WANTED                                  by: Elaine

 

Chapter 1 The background

"WANTED TV/TS to become housekeeper to recent widower father in the Edinburgh area. Successful applicant must be totally convincing and will be expected to live en femme 24 hours a day. Duties will include those of housekeeper, some light gardening duties and looking after children. Excellent salary, clothing allowance and free board. Apply to Box XXXX with a recent photograph."

My name is Richard Mitchell and I have had transgendered leanings ever since I was a boy. I often dressed up in my sister's clothes in secret. My late wife knew all about my passion but had asked that I do nothing to upset our generally happy marriage. She discovered my horde of clothes by accident in the attic one day and promptly threw them out when I confessed that they had belonged to me.

Consequently I had not dressed in years and in any case I was not convincing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at over 15 stones and possessing a moustache and bushy eyebrows. I guess over 20 years of high levels of testosterone flowing through my veins had made some pretty irreversible changes.

Despite my wife's opposition and lack of understanding, I had never made the effort to take matters further with regard to affairs or one-night stands. I just wasn't like that and I suppose I loved her too much.

Now that my sweet wife and companion had suddenly died after a short illness, I decided to realise one of my fantasies by trying to have a relationship with another transgendered person. My wife had been caring and hard working, sharing my life for the last 20 years but I knew now it was time for a completely fresh start.

I had a single healthy eight-year-old daughter and I obviously had to stop working full time to look after her. Not that I needed the money. We had a large house set in three acres of woodland just out in the country not far from the city bypass. My wife and I had each held a large unit trust and share portfolio and the house was worth well over a quarter of a million pounds.

After a few months of mourning and some cajoling by friends and relatives, I finally resolved to start another relationship. If I couldn't pass myself as the mother and housewife, then the next best thing would be to obviously help someone else. Who knows perhaps ultimately it would herald the start of a new long-term situation.

I scanned the Internet of course and had seen what was possible with some very convincing and passable post-op and pre-op, transsexuals, she-males and transvestites on display around the world.

That was what I wanted, I decided, someone who could in all respects pass off completely as a woman with little difficulty and possibly have the disposition of a woman. That meant not only looking but also having the mannerisms and the instincts of a female. Those instincts would include cleaning the floor after the dog came in after chasing rabbits or wiping up any vomit from my sometimes-sick daughter.

Just a few weeks after my advert appeared, I was truly surprised when the contact magazine sent in the first responses. Some were dressed en femme but most just looked like men in drag rather than the convincing ultra feminine person I was looking for. Two though were possible candidates, so I decided to invite them for an interview and a test day at my house.

Chapter 2. The first Interview

The first interview was with a 19 year old transvestite from a town just north of the capital. From the colour photographs he had sent, he looked quite passable with what I supposed was a blonde shoulder length wig and good makeup. He had bushy eyebrows but his face looked female enough. His legs were long and thin and he had declared himself interested in the position and possibly undergoing full surgery if everything went well.

I met him at Waverley station and he was dressed smartly in clean jeans and a sweatshirt. His name was Alexander and he said that I should call him Sandy.

"Hi Thanks for coming," I said shaking his hand. In the other he carried a small suitcase and on his back was a small rucksack.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," He said his voice soft and not unduly hoarse.

"Just call me Richard," I said. "We can talk on the way home, my car is on a double yellow line, so please quickly follow me."

I helped him deposit his bags in the back of the car and we started off on the 10-mile journey to my home.

"So Sandy why do you want to do this?" I asked after moving up the ramp in the Land Rover.

"Well, I have been a TV all my life. I used to dress when I was really young and I really enjoyed wearing some of my mother's clothes when she went out to work. There is not much I don't know about dressing as a woman. I brought some clothes, shoes and make-up to show you later that I can pass."

"I see," I said my voice suddenly dry. "Do you dress now?" Quickly recovering.

"No, not as much as I would like. My mum knows about me and she hates it so she has warned me that if she caught me again she would throw me out of the house. Obviously living with you would mean that I could indulge in dressing full time."

"Apart from dressing do you have any other feminine traits?" I asked. "I like to be clean and to be neat and tidy in everything I do." He asked.

"Give me some examples?" I asked as we crossed the roundabout on the city bypass and headed south.

"Well I like to keep my room tidy, my clothes are always pressed and cleaned and I don't like to have dirty hair."

"I noticed your hair was long, why do you keep it in a ponytail?"

"Because it is easy to manage and it doesn't look too effeminate," he replied. "I have been mistaken for a girl from the back when I have been in a bar with it combed out."

"Would you get it permed if you lived with me?" I asked.

"Yes I would wear it out all the time and it would be nice to get some highlights added," he smiled.

"Can you undo your hair for me now?"

"Sure." Sandy undid his rubber band and I could see his long hair cascade around his face. He was about to gather it up when I asked him not to.

"From now on until you leave I want you to wear your hair out like that if don't mind. You didn't say if you were working at the moment," I added.

"I work as a waiter in a big hotel in Perth. It's a good job but the pay isn't very good. I work 5 days a week with most weekends working," he explained.

"If I were to give you an offer would you be able to get at least two references for me. Obviously you will be responsible for the day to day running of the house and will obviously have to control an allowance for food, clothes and other household expenses. I obviously must be satisfied that you can provide me with top class references," I continued.

"I understand, Richard. I should be able to obtain a reference from my doctor, my restaurant manager and my local councillor who I've helped with local events in the recent past," he replied.

"If you could organise that, that will help me enormously though I should stress that there would also have to be a probationary period for both parties."

"OK, I'll get something to you as soon as possible if you make me an offer," he declared.

Soon we were approaching my house, Sandy asked about my family and the house and I explained about my young daughter, our animals including two ponies and looking after the house.

"I'm basically looking for a new partner to help me manage my life," I told him.

When we arrived I gave him a guided tour around the house and I showed him what would be his bedroom and his own private space. We sat down and had some tea and it was decided that he should dress "en femme" for the next part of the interview.

He picked up his bag and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed him in the right direction and left him to it while I attended to the morning mail.

After about 20 minutes I could hear her coming down the stairs and it was obvious that Sandy was not as experienced in dressing that she had made out. She was still very pretty but I though she needed to be more refined to meet my exacting requirements.

To break the ice I rose and pulled out a seat and asked her to sit down.

"Thank you," she whispered through plum coloured lips. "I'm feeling rather nervous about this because nobody has ever seen me like this before," she exclaimed.

"I thought your mother had discovered you in the past," I asked looking critically at her from the other end of the table. She lowered her eyes and looked at her nails to make sure that the dark red polish wasn't smudged.

"Yes but never like this with full make up, nail polish and a dress and shoes."

"How do the clothes make you feel?" I curiously asked.

"Like this was the way I was supposed to be. I feel that the clothes are really part of expressing my feminine side. I wanted to show you that my mannerisms and taste were good and that I could apply my make up well."

"You certainly achieved that but I can see that you have a long way to go. I know that you are still a closet transvestite do you think that you could pass as my housekeeper full time and how far would you be prepared to go to achieve that aim. Would you consider taking hormones or even taking the final operation?" I asked firing several questions while staring at the slightly nervous but pretty blonde girl in front of me.

"I have to be honest in that it would take a little time to achieve the required standard but I think practice would make me perfect. If I lived here then I would have to arrange an appointment with the local medical practice about taking hormones and so on."

"What about going outside, going on the school run? Can you drive? You would have to mix with other women dropping off their children at school. Could you pass convincingly enough?"

"At this stage, I never gone out except late night down some secluded streets and that was scary enough. My heart would be in my mouth but I'm willing to try it now if you like. Perhaps we could go shopping for some clothes or cosmetics. I can drive and I like the company of women," she added quickly.

"OK that makes sense. Let's go out but if you go into my room you will find a pair of 3" court shoes next to the bed to replace those granny shoes you're wearing. Please put them on and come back downstairs. I'll have a coat ready for you by then."

The boy-girl ran upstairs and found my wife's old shoes and surprisingly they were a very good fit. She walked around and soon found her balance in the heels from the rather flat-heeled shoes she was wearing previously.

She walked carefully downstairs and arrived in the kitchen to find me holding up a beautiful fur lined coat that had belonged to my wife. She put her arms in the sleeves and pulled it shut as we headed to the door.

"I would expect you to wear shoes with heels most of the time, I'm afraid. Even when cleaning the carpet. Though obviously other boots and shoes would be needed for walking outside in muddy conditions," I said as she turned quite expertly in her new shoes.

I held her close and gave her a cuddle, she looked up into my eyes and I kissed her on the forehead. "What ever happens, I want you to know, I really appreciate the effort you have made today." She responded with a kiss on the lips and I found us holding each other together in a long embrace. We moved slightly together like a couple in a slow romantic dance. I could feel my erection growing against her waist and so did she.

"You like this don't you," she said.

"You can't believe how much," I replied.

"Try me," she said.

"I think that you should dress full time even if you don't get this job," I said as I took her arm and led her out of the door towards the car. "I think it is the way you should be."

"Where do you want to go first?" she asked taking the passenger seat of the 4x4 again.

"There is a new shopping mall that has just opened on the east side of town and I figured we could perhaps buy you a new skirt or a dress. Perhaps even some new make-up as a reward for coming here today."

I drove quickly and talked about her other interests. She told me that she liked driving since she had passed her test at the first attempt though she had recently picked up three penalty points on her licence for speeding at Newbridge. "I wondered why everyone slowed down and I soon found out," she told me all about the speed camera that clocked her doing 65mph in a 50mph zone.

"I also love animals and children. I've always had a dog and we have three cats at home and I've even looked after my sister's children for a time when she went into hospital. I did the full thing feed, clean and bathe them. Read stories, take them for walks and tuck them up in bed," she explained.

"Oh how long did you do that?" I asked very interested.

"She went into hospital on the Tuesday evening and I stayed with them until she was released over a week later. I stayed a few more days until she was able to get back on her feet again so I was with them for nearly two weeks. It was great fun. When her husband was at work and the children were sleeping I would dress up in her clothes," he smiled happily at the thought.

I asked several supplemental questions and indicated that the successful candidate would not only act and behave as female with me but also with everyone else and had to do so without detection. Soon we were entering our first port of call; a woman's clothes shop.

I told Sandy I wanted her to buy a navy blue skirt and she looked through the racks before moving to the sales assistant at the counter to ask for assistance. I tagged along behind pretending to be the disinterested husband or boyfriend. Soon she was modelling some skirts and after each change came out to ask my opinion. Eventually she had chosen a slim pencil skirt that suited her 28" waist and that came just below the knees.

"I like the way it feels on my legs. It restricts my leg movements and makes me want to take smaller feminine steps," she said at me.

"It would be even worse if that rear slit wasn't there," I added. "You can show me how good you are with a needle and thread when we get back and sew that up," I joked. "Lets see about some make-up for you now," and we headed towards the chemist's shop next door.

"I want you to buy the items on this list and pay for them at the checkout," and I handed her the list, which read as follows.

1 box of regular Tampax 1 box of panty liners 1 false nail kit 1 tube of blue Mascara 2 Matching nail polish and lipsticks 1 bottle of Charlie perfume 1 Pair of Lycra navy blue stockings 1 packet of cleansing wipes 1 bottle of polish remover 1 bottle of liquid foundation.

I returned to the car while she entered the hall of femininity.

Soon she was exiting and waving a full plastic bag of items as I stood by the car getting some fresh air.

"Right now it's time to go and pick up Rachel my daughter, do you mind?" I asked.

"No, I managed to get everything you asked for and here is your change," she said slipping me some coins back.

"Thanks," I said. "Could you spray some perfume on and start with some of the make-up when we get to the school. You should have 15 minutes before she comes out."

Soon we were parked up and waiting for Rachel to appear. To the perfume, Sandy quickly added some mascara, some liquid foundation and replaced her existing lipstick with a new darker stay proof shade. Smacking her lips she asked how she looked. I said fine but suggested that she give her long hair another brush.

Rachel soon appeared out of the school gate and walked quickly over carrying her green rucksack that matched her regulation uniform green blazer and kilt.

"Hi dad," she shouted as she took her seat. "Who's this? Have you got a new girl friend?"

"No this is a friend of mine from Perth who is visiting today. Rachel this Sandy Veitch."

My daughter was polite and shook hands with Sandy and smiled. "Right let's go," I said buckling my seat belt and we headed home. As we drove along I explained that Sandy was applying for the post of resident housekeeper after that I explained that I needed help to run the house and she listened intently before commenting.

"Sandy do you like ponies? When we get home, I would like to introduce you to my pony."

"Yes, I like all kinds of animals including horses. What do you call your pony?"

"She's called Nutmeg. She's too young to be ridden yet but I like to take her walks and feeding her. Would you like to help me?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know, your father and I have some more business to discuss," she replied.

"It's OK there should be time for that," I said. "I can run you back to the station after supper, if you would like to stay later."

After consulting her train timetable, Sandy declared that there was a last train at 10:30pm that would get her back home just before midnight. "If you don't mind I could catch that one home and help Rachel with Nutmeg. That would be fun."

After reaching home, I helped the two girls out of the car with Sandy having difficulties with the tight skirt she now wore and the height of my car above the ground. I watched her walk in front of me with her heels clicking on the paving slabs as she moved toward the door of the house.

"Rachel could you go upstairs and get your homework done. Sandy and I have some things to discuss. Give me a shout if you can't do it." I said as she disappeared upstairs to begin her chore.

Sandy meanwhile had started a kettle boiling and was making a couple of mugs of coffee for her and myself. She soon brought me my coffee and we went into my den to continue our interview.

"Look I'll be honest you have great potential. Rachel seems to have immediately taken a shine to you and I have too but I have one more interview to conduct and I won't be able to make a decision until then. I think that your lack of time in female clothes is a disadvantage and it will take time for your mannerisms to be fine tuned. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree but I hope that I have shown my enthusiasm and that I can be accepted by your daughter as her new governess and confidante."

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" I asked

"Yes, I would like to confirm that I would be expected to wear female clothes at all times. Can I wear jeans or sweat shirts?"

"Yes of course, though they will of course be in feminine styles. I would expect you to follow a set dress code at all times with regard to all your clothing, shoes and makeup," I replied.

"What would you expect of me," she asked somewhat shocked.

"Well all items would be female including night dresses or pyjamas in bed."

"Can I ask you some questions?" she asked.

"Sure." I replied

"Why are you doing this?"

"I thought that it was simple, I've always considered myself to be in the wrong body for my sex and it's obvious that I would look ridiculous in drag with my height and build. So I thought I could live with transforming someone else and hope that I could fulfil my fantasies that way."

"I see," she said ingesting my last statement. "Would you like to start a relationship with the successful candidate or will it be purely business?" she asked after some thought.

"That would depend on circumstances," I replied.

"What circumstances?"

"Well whether we could get along together and become intimate. I wouldn't expect that to happen automatically but I wouldn't say no if it did. If you and I fell for each other, then, yes marriage is a possibility. Obviously everything would have to be done to my complete satisfaction with regard to your surgery and transition to full womanhood," I replied.

"Do you have any other fantasies and fetishes that I should know about?" she suddenly asked.

"Look at this stage, the post is open for a transgendered housekeeper and governess, nothing more, nothing less. If we become intimate then you will learn more about my darker side but of course it will be your decision whether you want to become more actively involved. The important thing is that the successful candidate would help me run this house."

"Who will fund the transition?" She asked.

"I will fund all treatments that can't be obtained on the National Health Service. There is a clothing allowance of £200 per month for the first six months. There is free board and lodging, the salary would be £1000 per month cash paid in arrears."

"Wow, that's great that's almost double what I make at work," she said.

Just then I could hear Rachel moving about above and it was obvious that her homework had finished. "We had better hurry now," I said and we moved out back into the kitchen.

"I would like to give you another hug to thank you for coming here," I said.

"OK," and she reached forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Oops, I'm sorry I left a lipstick mark," she said and took a tissue to wipe my face just as my daughter entered.

"Rachel can you show Sandy to my bedroom and find her some of your mum's old clothes if she is to help you with your pony," I said as I continued wiping my cheek.

Soon both girls were back and Sandy was dressed in a pair of jeans and a check shirt that flattered her small bustline. Sandy put on a pair of my wife's wellingtons and went outside to help Rachel groom the pony and then muck out the pony's stall. As the pair went, I started the process of making supper and soon had the oil fired range singing with home produced boiling potatoes, a meat pie and vegetables. Within 20 minutes, I was shouting on both of them to come in and get their supper.

Sandy arrived first her perfume masked by the strong odour of horse. She quickly washed up and started helping me to serve the meal onto the plates on the table. Rachel panting after running back was in a happy mood laughing.

"Sandy got too close to Nutmeg when she was eating and she kicked out at her," laughed Rachel. "I did tell her to watch out for that but she wasn't quick enough."

"Are you OK," I asked Sandy.

"Yes just a little startled that's all. I'm sure I'll have a bruise on my thigh tomorrow though," she added.

"Right come on girls, lets get this down us then we must take Sandy to catch her train. If we hurry she can catch the 9:30 back home and that should mean that you Rachel will be in bed before 10:00."

Soon we were on the platform, waving goodbye to Sandy who hugged us both and was wearing the same outfit that she had worn earlier while out shopping. I told her to change in one of the toilets and hope that nobody noticed the change in appearance on her exit. Soon she would be a he again.

Although she was tired Rachel was tired she passed the comment that Sandy was odd. "Dad I think Sandy is a man wearing a dress," she suddenly declared shortly after starting back home.

"Rachel I will have to explain to you why Sandy is who she is but not now but I promise it will be soon, OK."

"OK Dad," she replied sleepily from the rear of the car.

Chapter 3. The second Interview

The second reply came from a young pre-op transsexual who incredibly lived just 10 miles away. I can't really call her a man because she made a very convincing woman. She was originally called Andrew and had already started the transition. She also came complete with a new chosen name of Andrea. We agreed to meet at a pub halfway between our houses one night after I had dropped off Rachel at my sister in law's house.

On first sight, Andrea was quite attractive with a lovely body, well developed up top and attractive long wavy brunette hair. She was extremely convincing. Her face was very feminine and it was difficult to imagine any maleness in her at all. Her make up was tastefully applied with plum lip colour matching her long nails. She had sent me a photo so it was a simple task to identify her in this quiet pub.

I asked if she would like to stay for a drink or go for a meal in the adjoining restaurant. "A meal would be nice," she said softly as the words exited from both carefully coloured lips.

"Never mind the meal, you look good enough to eat," I joked. "You look fantastic," and I took her hand and led her over to the other side of the inn. I couldn't help noticing her long nails that made her hands look much slender.

As we took our seats, I held her hand out and looked at it. "I like your nails, when I mucked about with make up and stuff when I was younger I used to play around with nail polish and false nails all the time. They are so impracticable that I couldn't work a keyboard, and they used to hurt my fingers. I take it those are all your own work."

"Yes I like having long nails but they do take some getting used to. I have all the right stuff to repair them if they split or crack and I like to have a manicure when I get my hair done," said Andrea.

"Well the effort was worthwhile because they are pretty spectacular."

On the way over to our table, I had noticed that she wore a long red dress that came to just below the knees. It revealed what I took to be her own hormone induced but ample 36-inch breasts through a vee-neck opening. Round her neck she wore a double strand of pearls while on her hand there were rings on nearly every finger except her wedding finger.

She wore fashionable sling back sandals with two-inch slightly tapered heels, and she wore two pierced earrings in each ear. One was an ornate gold loop while the other was a simple gold stud.

We chatted for ten minutes about the position in between selecting our meal from the menu. Each time I looked at her she was looking quite demure with her long lashes hiding her eyes as she scanned the food lists. We talked briefly about her role if it was offered much like I had done with Sandy. I soon brought up the subject of her reasons for making the transition and how far down the line she was.

As we waited for the food to arrive, she started talking and went back to the beginning of her reasons for starting the transition.

"One Saturday, my parents left me at home when they went off to a wedding and after playing in my room on that miserable wet day, I went into their bedroom to nose around. I knew from experience that my dad usually had some pornographic magazines stashed under the bed. I soon found them and started flicking through the pages and pages of nude lady photographs. He worked on the railway and he was always finding magazines like those on the trains. They were the usual Penthouse and Mayfair of course. Not really pornographic but they were more erotic in nature.

"In one, I discovered an article about the Transsexual Bond Girl Tula and it even showed full frontal pictures of the woman who used to be a boy. She wore skimpy bathing costumes; she had perfect breasts, a trim waist and so much more. Her hair was long right down past shoulders to the middle of her back and she definitely was a beautiful woman now.

"My mouth dropped when I saw her, she was gorgeous, my cock became suddenly violently erect, I was turned on by that and soon rubbed myself to an orgasm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and how she explained that she could still achieve a full sex life as a woman.

"At that time, my mother and I were the same height (5 foot four inches) and after I cleaned up I went to her closet and tried on her clothes, first some tights, and then panties stuffed inside a bra, a blouse and a ladies kilt that she rarely wore. It felt great; I immediately became erect and had to come again.

"I knew that my folks wouldn't be back for another six hours or so. So I stripped off and had a bath in mum's bath salts. I got out and dried myself off. At 13 and pre puberty I didn't have much body hair, so I just got dressed in a long lime green evening gown she had worn once to a party. It was lined with satin and felt great against my skin. It had lots of fancy embroidery and glass jewels sewed into the bodice. I had never worn anything like it before so I enjoyed the electric feeling the clothes gave me.

"I had already slipped on lingerie such as a bra, panties and stockings when I selected a pair of mum's highest heels and then sat down at her dressing table. The dress had some light boning inside and despite my slight frame was holding me very tightly. I liked the way the dress hugged my body, it was a feeling that had felt so good.

"I sat down and started to apply makeup. I guess that I used far too much and eventually had a disaster with the nail polish when I spilled some while doing the nails on my right hand. I tried to clean it up but succeeded in making it worse."

"What happened?" I asked after listening to this first long explanation from Andrea.

"The nail polish remover attacked the plastic veneer covering on the dressing table and it wouldn't come out. By the time Mum and Dad came home I cleared up everything else and even tidied up my own room. They seemed pleased that everything seemed fine but then mum noticed the mess on the table a day later and confronted me with the situation. She asked point blank if I had been doing something with her make up. Lying through my teeth, I said "No" but she eventually extracted a confession out of me.

"I told her what had happened and how it had happened and rather than being angry at me, she turned her anger towards my Dad for leaving that stuff lying around under the bed. But I think she had already decided that their marriage was failing anyway and this didn't help, pretty soon they were divorced and apart from the odd weekend with my dad, I lived with Mum.

"A couple of weeks later, I was at home from school after suffering an upset tummy and while mum was at work, I again gave myself free access to her wardrobe. I dug around in the back of all her drawers and came out with this incredibly sexy red Basque and a pair of sexy black seemed stockings with a cute bow at the heel. It was obviously something my dad had bought her and she didn't want to throw out but probably now never wore.

"The Basque had three suspenders on each side for stockings and it took some effort to get it hooked up correctly. I had filled some balloons with warm water and stuck them in the matching red bra I wore. The feeling of wearing the tight Basque was incredible as I put it on. My waist was compressed and my chest stuck out further with the balloons bouncing quite realistically. Soon I was also dressed in a tight skirt and blouse.

"My hair was always long then and I brushed it out in a feminine style and applied make-up before settling down to orgasm again. As I started stroking myself through the red knickers, I couldn't believe it when I heard my mum drive up. I got up off the bed and stared in horror as I saw her lock the car door and then stride towards the house. Then I saw her turn and head towards the washing line to retrieve her washing

"I quickly ran downstairs and locked the front door to give myself a few more minutes to change back. I ran back upstairs, started the shower and tried to disrobe as quickly as I could. She had approached the door by this time carrying the wash basket and when she found that she couldn't get in using her key she started ringing the doorbell. Reluctantly I stepped into the shower and I could hear her calling my name.

"I scrubbed my face raw trying to extract all the traces of make-up and lipstick that I had painstakingly applied just minutes before. My nails were still pink and her clothes still littered the bathroom as my mum walked in 5 minutes later having used her spare back door key to gain access to the house.

"I thought you were up to something when you didn't answer the door bell, but Andrew I didn't think that it would be this again," she looked shocked. "When you have finished cleaning up, come into my bedroom and we will talk about this."

"I was shaking like a leaf, she hadn't seen me dressed but the evidence was overwhelming that I had been using her make-up and clothes. I slowly dried off and carried her stuff back into the bedroom. She was sitting on her dressing table chair with her legs crossed with tears in her eyes. Soon I was crying too.

"I dropped her stuff on the bed and ran to her and cuddled her, she kissed me and stroked my long hair. Then she pulled back and looking in my face, asked me why was I dressing up in her clothes. What was the point of this strange behaviour?

"I had always been brought up to be honest so I thought that I would tell her what I've just told you and I was relieved when she cuddled me some more."

"I told her that I loved being dressed as a girl and wearing women's clothes. I knew that it was wrong but I just couldn't stop. I told her that I wanted to wear them all the time. I also told her about wearing her lingerie and the water balloons nestling in the bra.

"At first she stared at me with an open mouth as I told her all this but soon she was asking me questions about what I wore and how I felt. Soon I was telling her about my feelings and related some earlier experiences when I had tried on her wedding dress when I was about five.

"Oh so it was you who damaged it," she replied. "Well to be honest I've always wanted a daughter instead of a son so if you want to be girl, then I'll think I'll just have to help you to fulfil your wish."

"She asked to see me dressed as I had been before with make up on and I slowly replaced all the items I had so hastily removed. She helped me with my make-up and we laughed as she smudged my lipstick. The result was a bit slutty but I was content and she seemed to enthuse over my transformation. She could also see my erection poke out from the front of her dress."

"You know you are quite passable as a girl and I've decided that if you want to be a girl, I'll help you," she said as she twisted me from side to side. "I think that you will need to have some assistance," she added with a smile as she kissed me fresh on the lips. Our lipsticks merged erotically together and I pushed my lips back.

"I spent the rest of the day with her and she told me that I was really too young to be a woman that I had tried to portray. She said I should consider making the transition from boyhood to girlhood first. She helped me disrobe later that night and handed me a baby doll nightie and stroked my hair until I went to sleep seeing the happy smile on her face."

"What happened then?" I asked intrigued.

"Well over the next few days we talked and she declared that if I went through puberty as a boy, I would never look convincing as a girl. We talked and talked some more and finally she decided that the only solution was that I should start taking female hormones that would keep me from developing into a man. From that day on except for a few special occasions, I never dressed as a boy again. It took quite a bit of getting used to wearing skirts and dresses all the time but soon it was second nature.

"Since I was only 13, I also had to dress the part properly with clothes normally worn by a 13 year old girl. That included knee socks, jeans, and trainers but in a feminine style. She had my hair cut from its normal long straight style to a more feminine bouncy style. My nails were allowed to grow out and she told me that I would only be allowed to use French polish or pale pink instead of the slutty dark reds that I had previously worn. She pierced my ears and plucked my eyebrows to achieve a more feminine arch.

As Andrea took another sip from her glass of wine, I looked at her and could see that her eyebrows were exquisitely contoured with no long hairs present to indicate her former status. Soon she was back on her narrative; "She also quickly had a prescription for birth control pills from her local doctor. Instead of her taking a pill every day to keep away an unwanted pregnancy that wouldn't happen anyway with her now single life-style, I took them instead.

"The birth control pills were better than nothing but eventually we found a source of female hormones and slowly I started filling out in all the right or wrong places. Because all this took place before the on-set of puberty, my voice never broke and my Adam's apple never grew.

"Over the next few years, mum though managed to keep me on hormones until I was able to attend the doctor in my own right. During that time my breasts filled out into about an A cup. At 16 I was able to explain the situation to the doctor and was given a proper prescription for hormone treatment. Just a couple of months ago I had breast implants. I'm now a full 36 C cup and I love the way they feel," she said pointing to an impressive front area.

"I never dress as a man now, all my male clothes with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts were thrown out and now male clothes wouldn't fit me. I don't really consider myself to be male and mum and I get on really well together. We act like a couple of sisters. I'm really happy, I'm 18 and I like all the latest fashions."

I asked, "OK you have the appearance of a girl how do you feel about behaving as a girl? Obviously women have different instincts to men with regard to cleaning and looking after a home. My late wife was forever using the vacuum cleaner, because she was house-proud and she took great delight in looking after my daughter and her activities. There is cleaning and so many other domestic chores such as ironing that men never do but are normally expected of women. This position will mean you doing many dreary female things. How do you feel about that?"

"Well since my mum discovered me dressing she told me that if I was going to dress as a female that I would have to learn to be a female completely. That meant she insisted that I clean up the house, prepare meals and generally act the part of a girl."

"I see," I said, "so you have no problem with domestic duties then."

"None at all, in fact I quite enjoy them. The biggest problem I have is that because of my TG status, all the local employers won't take the risk of employing me. They also see my attendance at the special school in my resume. At the interviews I've had, the people have been quite abusive. That's one of the reasons I decided to apply for this job," she explained.

"Well as far as I can see, you meet most of my requirements but I feel that you will need to visit my home to decide whether we can have a formal contract drawn up. It may be that there are some things that you don't like. Do you have any questions for me?" I asked.

"Yes obviously I was wondering where you got your idea and interest in a transgendered housekeeper and if you had designs in starting a personal relationship with the successful applicant."

"Well let's say that I have had TG leanings all my life and I can view the problems of TG people such as yourself with some sympathy and understanding. The position offers a TG person with a wonderful opportunity to make a contribution to my life and to that of my daughter. If a personal relationship develops then it happens, I won't complain. You do make a very attractive woman Andrea and I wouldn't say no to making love to you if the opportunity arose. However the real reason is the position I am offering"

"Thanks for that compliment," she blushed. "I'm reassured that you don't want to get me into bed at the first opportunity."

"Have you decided to go for the final surgery or do you want to keep your penis?" I asked.

"No decision has been made as yet, obviously with all the female hormones I have taken, my penis is now quite small. It never becomes erect now but I still get some pleasure from having it touched by other people. My testes are also very small and I am told no longer produce significant amounts of male hormone. I still have another 6 months to live as a woman before I see my Psychiatrist again and I can gain that all important surgery referral."

"Is it something you want?" I asked

"I think so, but at this stage the doctor has the final say. His opinion so far is that I would make an ideal candidate for SRS but as I say he will not make his decision final for another six months. From what I've heard, the operation can be quite painful and is not always a success. "

"You said you dressed from the age of 13, did you have any problems attending school and in your other activities."

"Well my mother talked to the headmaster and it was decided that to suddenly dress as a girl after years as a boy would be impractical. Between them they arranged a transfer to a special needs school and I dressed in female clothes full time thereafter. I joined the girl guides and had dancing lessons and did all the other things teenage girls do such as horse riding, swimming and going to pop concerts."

"You said your mum and dad divorced. How did he react to your change?"

"He was furious at first and tried to get some legal means to get custody of me. My mum refused to give in to his demands though and he died a little later before the case went to court."

"Do you have any other relatives or friends who know about your situation?"

I asked as we settled back to enjoy our coffee.

"I don't have any other living brothers and sisters but my mum's younger sister has taken a keen interest in me and helps me with buying clothes and make up. We do a lot of things together," said Andrea.

"How did she react at first to your transition?"

"Quite well, she and I had always got on well together because she was only a couple of years older than me. When I changed she teased me. She called me a sissy and so on but all that has stopped now. I would say that she treats me quite well. We go horse riding, swimming and do other things together. Recently she has moved into our house and with mum we are like three sisters together."

"What reaction did your grand parents give? Were they supportive?"

"None of them understood. After Dad left us both his parents avoided contact anyway and both died within a few weeks of each other last year. My mum's Dad died when she was little but my granny and her second husband were disturbed about what happened at the time. They both accept me now though. All in all everything is cool at the moment."

"Have you ever kissed a boy or had sexual relations?"

"Oh I have kissed a few at parties and such like but I've never dated any or had full sexual relations. Though I expect that will be difficult even after my operation."

"Why?"

"Oh it's not something that I think will come easily. I mean any man would really want a stable relationship with a girl who can give him a family. I would have to tell him right out at the start that I was a TG woman and that I couldn't have children. As a TG it would be virtually impossible to adopt children even though I love children very much."

"Talking of children, how would you react to looking after my eight year old girl."

"Oh it would be a wonderful challenge. I would be able to relate to her and help her adjust to approaching womanhood because I have just gone through something similar or be doing the same thing myself."

"OK," I said picking up the bill and leaving a healthy tip for the excellent food and service that we had just received. "I would like to invite you to visit my home, when can you come? If you'd like I could pick you up and take you there tomorrow."

"I can't tomorrow but I'm free on the next day," she said as I helped her put on her coat. I took in her perfume and her long curly hair. As she turned to smile at me I asked her, "What time?"

"How about 10:30 in the morning?"

"Can I pick you up at your home?"

"Yes that should be fine."

She looked up at me and then she reached up on her toes. Stretching she kissed me on the cheek. She only had a little lipstick on after her meal but that didn't matter much.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Because I wanted to and you have been very understanding over the last hour or so. In fact you are probably been the most understanding male I've ever met and I just wanted to show my appreciation for the meal and the chat we have just had."

"Well thanks for that," I said still rubbing my cheek to clean its imaginary coating of lipstick.

"Can I give you a lift anywhere?" I asked.

"Yes you could take me home please and it would help you find my place on Friday," she replied.

Soon I was walking her to her door and she took her key from her clutch bag and opened up the door. Standing on the doorstep she was level with my face and she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Thanks for such a lovely evening," she said and soon she was gone. I went back to my car feeling really happy.

On the way back home, I decided that Andrea was the better of the two applicants. She was far more advanced than Sandy. She was also more convincing. She had lived as a girl and a young woman for almost 5 years and were keen to go through with the surgery. The only stumbling block was her relative youth and I was at least double her age.

Even as I walked back from the garage to the house, I went through the pros and cons of each applicant in turn. The main consideration that came to me was that Andrea was quite beautiful and she did like me. I went to bed happier than I had been for a long time.

After taking Rachel to school the next day, I decided to make sure that Andrea would feel welcome at my home. I decided to buy her some flowers as a thank you for attending the interview.

The following day I turned up at 10:30 at her house as arranged and she ran out of her front door towards me. She wore a pair of women's slacks, a pair of flat-heeled pumps, a blouse and a simple lady's tweed jacket. In her hand she carried a holdall and that she quickly placed in the back seat of the car.

Entering the car, she reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek and I could see the lipstick mark in the mirror as I drove back home. Soon we were turning up the long drive and I could see that the house and the grounds impressed her.

"The garden was my wife's pride and joy. She loved her flowers and I'm sure that you will have every opportunity to discuss the garden with our gardener when he visits once a week," I said. "It will be your job to give him his instructions each time he visits."

I gave her a guided tour of the grounds before we turned to the main house. I showed her the bedrooms including the room that would be hers if she accepted the position. I showed her Rachel's room with its thousands of furry toys and games.

"It looks like Rachel has been spoiled despite being only eight years old, she has more toys than most kids see in a lifetime."

"Yes her mother and I did tend to spoil her a little," I replied. "I don't give her pocket money but she does get little treats now and again."

I showed her my room with its computer workstation and soon I showed her the Internet sites that had led to my interest in this arrangement. She was fascinated to see other pictures of other Transgendered persons on the screen.

"What do you think, could you look like her," I asked referring to one picture appearing on the screen."

"I can't believe that she wasn't a real woman," she said as the area between her legs emerged penis-less and hairless. "That's incredible," she continued with her mouth open wide.

I saved the file to disk before printing it out on my colour printer and then handing it to her.

"I see you brought a holdall are you going to change into something else?" I asked.

"I wanted to give you a different view of me, so I've brought a skirt, blouse and shoes, and another evening dress. You can stay and watch if you like."

Soon she was down to her bra and panties. Quickly she slipped those off and I could see the small tip of her penis between her legs. Her testicles were almost invisible and were patently useless at producing sperm.

Soon she started the dressing process slipping on an underwire bra but first showing me her new scars on the underside of her armpits.

"The breasts were sore for a few days and it took my back some time to get used to the extra weight. The biggest handicap is that I used to like jogging and I find it extremely painful to do that now. Even with a support bra they flop around too much. I like them do you?"

"Yes I do they look incredible, you should take up cycling," I replied "it's probably better for you."

Soon she was properly dressed and I watched her brush her hair over her shoulders. She braided it expertly before tying it with a broad dark green ribbon that matched her skirt.

"That looks smart, I must say," I said as she twirled about me.

"Do you mind if I borrow something of your wife's to wear?" she asked.

"No, what?" I asked back.

"I really like the pearls hanging up in her jewellery case over there and they would set off this outfit perfectly."

"OK," I said and retrieved them from the stand. "All my wife's jewellery now belongs to Rachel but I don't suppose she will mind."

Taking the necklace I looped it around her neck and breathed in her warm perfume again. As I did up the clasp, I kissed her on the nape of the neck. She turned and kissed me right back putting her arms around me as she did so. Our lips met and soon we were falling down towards the bed in a tight embrace. We kissed and cuddled.

I didn't want to be too pushy with her but soon she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling me towards her two man made globes. Her nipples and aerole were huge and I was soon sucking on them like a baby. I looked up and could see that she was enjoying the sensations because her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Soon my hand started worming its way up her skirt but she resisted that move.

"I really like you but please be patient with me, I don't want to experience sex until I am a complete woman," she said.

"OK," I said. "I can understand that. I am just happy that you find me attractive enough to allow me to kiss and cuddle you."

That's what we did for the next 45 minutes until finally she broke free and started moving down my body. Soon she started pulling my belt and then my jeans before pulling my member free. I wasn't a super stud by any means but soon she was sucking me to the biggest erection I have ever had in my life. Weeks of non-activity had left me eager to come and that's what I did with Andrea careful not to take any in her mouth.

"Thanks for that," I said glancing at my watch. "That was just incredible. Not even my wife gave me fellatio like that before."

She smiled as she wiped up the sticky mess with a paper hankie and then stripped off again.

"I think we should shower," she said and we stepped into the cubicle together. Soon we were soaping each other up with me being careful to avoid her pubic area as she requested. I scrubbed her back and helped wash her hair with perfumed shampoo and she reciprocated. Soon we had rinsed off and were lounging in front of a roaring log fire in our dressing gowns drinking hot chocolate.

"Listen I didn't expect any of this to happen but I expect that we feel the same way towards each other," I said.

"What way is that?" she said teasing.

"Oh just that we like each other, I can't say love yet because that comes with time. I'm absolutely infatuated with you and before you say anything it is not because of what you did on the bed," I added.

She laughed "I know but I knew that I met all you criterion so I just wanted to show you that the feeling is mutual and that I do care about you."

"I can see that this is going to be more than an employer - employee relationship," I said taking a drink.

"I guess so," she shrugged making her breasts bounce so much that I wanted to kiss them again.

"Listen we need to get dressed and do some shopping but first will you read this contract and sign it if meets with your approval. You will see that the post carries a good salary and other fringe benefits and no other obligations other than the domestic duties outlined."

I watched her read the two-page document carefully moving her head slightly as she read each line. She flicked her hair back over her ear as she turned the page and then promptly signed and dated the forms and handed both copies back to me saying. "There should have been a clause indicating that sexual relations are part of the job but other than that it's fine," she laughed out loud.

"This makes me very happy Andrea, I think you will find me to be a very good employer," I said as I reached over to kiss her after signing her copy.

She quickly got up and moved towards the door on her toes and waltzed up the stairs. Soon she was back dressed in her blue pencil skirt, three inch heels and cream blouse complete with my wife's three string pearl necklace. In each ear she sported a pearl cluster and her hair was dried and braided tightly as before and held with the green ribbon. I kissed her as I passed her on the stair.

When I got back down from getting dressed, I found Andrea talking on the phone to her mother. "He's agreed to take me on," I overheard from the other room. "I can't believe that he wanted me. You should see this place, he is absolutely loaded and this job will even pay for the final operation. I couldn't believe that he has even had included a provision for medical expenses in the terms and conditions of the contract.

"I could get the operation done tomorrow and start a new life thanks to him. I don't think that I could do that because he is kind of cute and he has been very kind. Though that won't stop me having some fun with him from time to time.

"Nothing much just some cross dressing and painted toe nails. Yes that should keep his mind occupied for a little while," I heard her say.

At that point I marched in and she quickly hung up the phone.

"I didn't hear the phone ring Andrea," I stated.

"You didn't, I couldn't wait to phone my Mum to tell her the good news about me getting the job."

"Oh," I said.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"No I just wondered who you were talking to. I would be grateful if you could confine your personal telephone calls to the evening in future," I said as tried to assert my authority over the little minx.

"In my contract it states that there is a clothing allowance, I was wondering if I could have that please as I desperately need some new clothes," she said as if she ignored my comment.

"Sure, I think that this should cover the first month's allowance," I said "Please provide receipts for all clothing purchases any unused allowance is repayable I'm afraid. That means the money must be used for clothing and nothing else."

"Well in that case, let's go shopping," she said and we headed for the car.

Chapter 4. A new start

Soon we were at the same shopping mall that Sandy and I visited and she had selected her wardrobe of dresses and skirts. A couple of pairs of lady's shoes in Shoe City and some make-up in the nearby pharmacy and then we stopped for a late lunch.

"So when do you think you will have your operation?" I asked gain straight to the point.

"I told you, it's not up to me, it's up to my doctor, but I think it will be soon," she replied in her soft feminine voice.

"Do you want it to be soon?" I replied.

"Yes, I really want to be a complete woman, it so frustrating being neither one sex or the other," she replied.

"You could have the best of both worlds," I said looking into her mascara-covered eyes.

"Like a shemale?" she asked.

"Yes."

"That's not what I want, I would only let any man make love to me when I have my vagina fully healed and functioning," she said.

"Have you ever wondered what it was like? Being taken from behind I mean."

"No not really that smacks of homosexuality and I don't feel like a homosexual, I just want to do it as a normal woman would."

"But you sucked me off this morning, that could be construed to be a homosexual act and some married couples indulge in anal intercourse all the time, so what's the problem?" I asked her.

"I know what you mean, but I wanted to show my affection for you. I am not ready to accept anal intercourse until I'm ready. I would like to drop the subject please. Can we talk about your daughter instead?" she asked beating her long feathery eyelashes in my direction.

I spent the next five minutes describing Rachel and her interests, which school she went to and what had happened when her mother had died. She had taken it quite hard the poor little soul and she would need a new adult female to look up to as a role model.

"It seems that I have my work cut out to give you that, I have only been a full time female for the last five years, your daughter has three more years experience over me. So I will have a lot to learn."

"I don't doubt it but Rachel has always been very independent and does things to suit herself all the time. She should be easy enough to look after but she will need things to stimulate her and challenge her over the coming years.

The service was dreadful and as we waited, Andrea started to take out her packages and show me what she had bought. First up was her bag of make-up. She had bought some decidedly sexy items including false eyelashes, false nails, mascara, lipstick and foundation creme. Skin toning creams and cleansers were also in the bag. She handed me the receipt.

"So when do you start to wear all that stuff, you look great as it is?"

"I thought we might go out one night and I want to look my very best for you," she replied.

With that she took out a small mirror out of her bag and applied the new lipstick to her lips.

"Do you like the colour. It's Rimmel's latest kiss proof lipstick. It takes about 60 seconds to dry and then the colour stays all day. Even after eating and drinking," she said.

The waitress serving the first course interrupted my reply but soon I said, "the lipstick makes your lips so kissable, I can hardly wait to get you home and try to wear it off."

"That's the general idea behind the use of this stuff," she said laughing.

We ate our first course in silence and then resumed our conversation about her purchases.

Next out was a pair of black, suede high heel stilettos, which must have had a four-inch heel.

"What possessed you buy such an outrageous pair of shoes," I asked smiling and twirling the shoe by the long pencil thin heel.

"I have always wanted a pair of 'fuck me shoes', my mother stopped me from wearing them when I was younger because she said they would damage my feet and hurt my ankles. I reckon that I am old enough to know better now," she smirked.

"I would only wear these to parties or if we are going out," she quickly added. Putting them back in the box she withdrew a pair of three-inch stilettos and followed that with a conventional pair of ladies dress shoes. "These are for the school run, shopping and driving and just being sensible and boring."

The 3" sling back heels?" I asked.

"For wearing in bed," she joked. "No I've always wanted a pair and they go with the dress."

Finally there wear a pair of white lady's trainers with pink laces and flashes.

"You have been a busy girl," I said taking the receipt.

"These are for when we go cycling together," she said.

"Oh we are going cycling together," I said "Since when?"

"From when I buy, sorry when you buy me a bike. There are lots of nice quiet country roads around your house that are just perfect for cycling," she said. "You said it yourself that I should give up jogging and go cycling instead.

"OK I'll buy you a bike but you had better use it," I replied pointing a finger but not looking angry.

Now she showed me her clothing purchases in turn and I was incredibly impressed with her taste in clothes. She then asked. "I know that I have spent my allowance for this month but do you think it would be possible to get an advance on next month's allowance for some lingerie," she asked.

"What do you need," I asked.

"Everything! I need tights, panties, bras, slips, teddy's, stockings and suspenders. You name it, I need it." she said.

As we started our main course, the thought of seeing her in stockings and suspenders was enough to convince me that it would be worth the couple of hundred pounds that little lot would cost me. "OK," I said, "but this should be an advance on next month's salary."

"Oh!" she said with frustration. "That's a bit mean."

"OK then, I agree this will be on next month's clothing allowance," I said as I tucked into my instant meal that had taken half an hour to arrive. "I don't think I'll be back here again in a hurry, the food is dreadful and the service is diabolical."

One thing I had noticed that each movement that Andrea made was feminine. Each movement of her hands, gestures, the use of the cutlery, handling the clothes and makeup were all done delicately and femininely. Even the way she drank from her glass and cup was demure and delicate. She was turning out to be too good to be true.

"Right then," I said, "where do you want to go?"

"I know a little shop in Morningside that sells all the right stuff, can we go there?" she asked grasping my hand.

"Oh I think I know the place, I once bought my wife some lingerie for Christmas at a shop in that suburb but she never wore it, saying it was too impracticable. You want to go there? It will be my pleasure on one proviso." I said as I reached forward to kiss the back of her hand.

"What?" she replied simply.

"You buy a corset, I'll give you the money outside your allowance."

"What a corset? You are kidding right?"

"No I am serious. It will be good for you figure to have some tight lacing. If you are agreeable, we can go to the corset maker now." I replied.

"OK then, if it is properly made and fitted and isn't uncomfortable then it would be interesting to try one," she replied.

This was going to cost me but I was determined that she should be corseted from now on. Not only would it give her feminine grace but beauty too with a waist to match. I was determined to implement a tight waist regime as soon as possible.

I had arranged that my sister in law would collect Rachel from school so we had the rest of the day together to buy her lingerie and order her corset(s). Since the corset maker was on the way we stopped there first.

It was discreet shop in a back street on the east side of town. We entered via a dark passageway to what appeared to be an ordinary flat on the inside. A middle-aged woman answered the door and I was soon stating my requirements.

"My girlfriend has agreed to wear a corset to an important function in a couple of weeks time. I would like to get her fitted for one, the only provision is that it must be comfortable to wear for a long time and should reduce her waist by up to four inches.

"I see," she said "Are you the lucky girlfriend my dear."

"Yes," whispered Andrea back in response her voice suddenly gone.

"Come over here dear, and I'll take some measurements before we look at the different styles."

Armed with a tape and notebook, she took down Andrea's measurements, which came out at 36-28-34.

"I can give you a 24" waist with this corset or the possibility of 22" with this style," she said. Both are equally comfortable to wear with generous padding in all the right places. They are built to avoid digging in. Once on apart from the tightness there should be no other uncomfortable feeling."

"How long would it take to reduce the waist by six inches," I asked fascinated in these most feminine of garments.

"I would think that if the wearer was to follow a strict regimen of wearing a corset then the waist reduction would follow and be retained even after removal overnight. Though the wearer must be careful not to remove a corset too suddenly, as the body will react painfully. It is far better to reduce the tightness over a few hours."

"What about sleeping," I interrupted, "is it advisable to sleep with a corset?"

"Yes, initially I would recommend using a special sleeping corset though you could go eventually stop wearing one after a couple of months."

"Wait a minute," said Andrea. "I don't want to go about in a corset every day."

The outfitter replied, "it would do wonders for your figure and you would soon forget you had one on."

"Andrea, I would really appreciate it, if you let the outfitter fit a couple of different styles to let you see there is nothing to fear," I said.

"OK then but not too tight." she replied with a look of trepidation in her eyes.

Soon she emerged from the changing room with only her bra and panties on.

"Hold your hands up here out of the way dear," said the outfitter pointing to a bar just above her head.

The busk was quickly closed in front using the clips and she then drew the laces tighter until she taken in just two inches before she tied them off.

"There now. How does that feel," said the outfitter taking a measurement to show that Andrea now had a 25.5-inch waist.

"It doesn't feel that uncomfortable?" I asked.

"No it feels weird, like it is pulling in all directions, It certainly flatters my figure more and it doesn't pinch or cut in anywhere," she added.

"That's a good sign," said the outfitter. "This one I can have ready for you in about a week at a cost of £200 or £350 for two."

"I'll have two, do I pay you now?" I replied much to Andrea's interest

"No you can pay me on delivery or on collection here. Meanwhile you are welcome to continue using this one until then. It has one or two little ingenuous devices built in that you might find interesting."

"There is provision for a strap that passes under the crotch and it connects to the back of the corset by means of this lockable device. So that the corset can also act as a chastity belt. Of course the wearer can still relief herself but the corset will get wet and be uncomfortable. The other is the use of a small padlock top and bottom to keep it on against the wishes of the wearer."

"Oh no, no thank you," said Andrea trying to reach behind her back to loosen the laces. "I don't want to keep this on any longer."

"I am sorry, Andrea but in the contract you signed this morning it said that you must wear the appropriate uniform as requested by me at all times. The contract covers all types of feminine clothing. I am insisting that you will wear a corset until I say otherwise."

"Oh Do I have too?" She had a look of surprise and disappointment in her face

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it will give you more feminine curves and I think it looks great on you," I said taking her narrowed waist in both hands and then reaching down to kiss her neck.

"I'm not sure about this," she added.

"OK I tell you what, wear this one for the next few days and see how it goes."

"OK," she said. "Will you let me out, if it is too painful?"

"You will have to convince me of that," I replied.

Unseen by Andrea when she getting dressed, the corset maker slipped me the small padlocks and the chastity belt strap that I hoped would soon be in regular use. I agreed to return the demonstration corset fully laundered when we returned to collect the new ones. I also picked up a leaflet describing her other products including hobble underskirts and pencil skirts. There was also an interesting booklet on leather lace up boots with various sizes of heel ranging from 2" all the way up to 6".

These shoes based on a Victorian design also had the potential to be tied tightly and locked on using special eyelets and straps. Interesting I thought.

Soon we were at the lingerie shop and Andrea had a great time buying herself some conventional but sexy items including some skimpy panties, some underwire bras, and a cheeky red Basque complete with six suspenders. Also into the bag went a dozen pairs of Lycra stockings and several pairs of tights.

She also bought some ribbon and lace gloves. Why I don't know, but everything was quickly parcelled up and we headed back to the car. Getting her into the car proved interesting as she had lost her upper body flexibility because of the corset.

"This is crazy, I feel so helpless with this thing on, can't I take it off when we get home," she pleaded.

"I think you should stay with it for a little longer to see if you can get used to it," I replied.

"Despite your claims that it would be comfortable to wear, I feel as though it is cutting me in half. It is also digging into my ribs and near my hips. If I had a knife I would cut the laces now believe me."

"I'm sorry, when we get back I'll loosen the laces for you a little OK," I smiled at her as we headed home. I was disappointed.

When we arrived back home it was nearly 5:00pm and the sun was setting in the unseasonable warm winter sky. I looked across at her and smiled, "Would Mademoiselle care to dine inside or outside this evening."

"I feel quite tired, a quiet night in by the fire would be fine. Would you like some coffee?" she asked as she went straight to the coffee maker.

"I would love a cup," I replied, "two sugars and milk."

"Sugar isn't good for you, you know," she replied.

"I know," I said "but I like my things sweet and besides I have been at this weight for the last 15 years."

"With the hormones, I have been taking I have to watch what I eat, otherwise I would swell out," she claimed. "I quite like sweet things like chocolate and cakes but I cannot indulge like I used to."

It would be even worse if I had anything to do with it, as the effects of prolonged corset wearing would have an effect on her appetite and ultimately her figure. As she sat down, I noticed that she had to sit upright.

"That corset's having a wonderful effect on your stature," I said. "You don't lean back like you did this morning."

"I can't this thing is killing me can we take it off now?" she pleaded.

"Yes just let me finish my coffee," I asked. "Come here and sit on my lap."

She got up and sat down on my lap and I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and drew her hair back to my face. "Watch out I'll spill my coffee," she said as I sniffed in her fragrance, and nuzzled and kissed her neck.

"I like that," she said, "keep doing it."

"With pleasure," I said. "You smell and taste wonderful."

"The corset," she said and just as I helped her up onto her feet a car drew up at the back door.

The dog barked his usual greeting to the visitors and we got up to welcome them. It was my sister-in-law returning Rachel to me in time for supper. I quickly helped with Rachel's things and Andrea helped take her satchel and clothing bags from the car.

I introduced Stacie, my sister-in-law to Andrea by saying that Andrea was my new housekeeper.

"Pleased to meet you," said Stacie. "Have you given her the job?" she enquired of me. "Yes, she meets all my criterion, she is beautiful, good with children, hard working, lives locally and she seems to like me," I replied leaving out the transgendered option that had been the first priority. I took Rachel indoors while the two continued to talk outside.

"What do you think of the man of the house?" Stacie asked Andrea.

"I think that the interview we had a couple of days ago broke the ice and I signed a six month contract this morning. We have spent the day getting to know each other. First shopping, then lunch and then more shopping and I'm ready to start my duties with Rachel now."

"You will have to watch him, he was always a ladies man. Now he is a free man so to speak, I'm sure you will find him more than helpful," replied Stacy who was plump in a well-rounded way.

"Thanks but until now he has been utterly charming and a perfect gentleman," Andrea replied.

"Just wait, that will change," predicted Stacie. "You have to remember that he has been without female company since his wife died and I'm sure that he will try to get inside your panties soon."

"We already discussed that and he has agreed to respect my femininity," Andrea replied. "However if he did make advances I'm not sure that I would complain, he such a charmer, my knees go weak just at the thought."

"Well don't say I didn't warn you," laughed Stacie as the pair eventually headed indoors.

As usual, three months of looking after Rachel had put me into autopilot and I immediately had her upstairs and changing her out of her school uniform.

Rachel asked. "Is Andrea going to stay with us? She looks really pretty dad.

Are you going to marry her? Are you Dad?"

Just in and Rachel was straight to the point as usual, "Yes she is pretty and no I don't think we will be getting married, she is only 18 years old. I would be double her age. She is here as the housekeeper and your governess and that means she is here to look after you more than me."

"Oh," said Rachel, "goody that sounds cool."

Rachel had been watching too much American TV I decided after that last sentence. Soon I had her changed and she rushed downstairs to meet Andrea who was still in the kitchen talking to Stacie.

"How are you two getting on?" I asked entering the kitchen.

"Fine Stacie has been telling me all about you," replied Andrea

"Just the ones that count," added Stacie.

"I won't tempt fate by asking, would you like to stay for something to eat," I asked Stacie.

"No I have to get back to Donald, he is holding the fort while I brought Rachel back. She and Emily had a great time this afternoon."

"Thanks for looking after her for me at such short notice," I said as she got into her car.

"That's OK," she said, "Emily likes it when Rachel comes around to play."

She wound the window before continuing. "Richard it is none of my business but I think that you should have got someone a little older, she seems awfully young to me."

"What she lacks in experience she makes up in her determination and enthusiasm to do the job. It's an excellent opportunity for her and I'm sure that she will work hard to make a success of it. Time will tell, in any case experienced help would cost more," I added.

"I just hope you know what you are doing?" she added before starting up the motor.

"We'll just have to see, give my regards to Donald," and I waved at the two taillights as she shot down the drive at her usual break neck speed.

As I returned indoors, Rachel was seated at the table doing her homework and I handed her the bunch of flowers to give Andrea. "OK dad," she said taking any excuse to stop her homework and she rushed over to the sink to hand them over.

"These are for you Andrea, from me and dad. Welcome to our house," she said and then curtsied.

"Oh Rachel thank you very much and to your dad, they are so beautiful," she said looking over at me smiling. "Can you show me where the vases are kept so we can put them in water?"

"There are some in that cupboard above the sink," Rachel replied.

Andrea quickly selected one and had it filled with water. She cut the end of the stems off and arranged them very well. "What do you think? Aren't they pretty?" Said Andrea.

"Very pretty," and Rachel reached up and Andrea dropped down to give my daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh I've left some makeup on your cheek," said Andrea as she wiped my daughter's face with her hand.

My daughter noticed Andrea's long nails and exclaimed, "what long nails you have. They are very pretty, could you paint my nails like that please."

"May be later I am a little busy right now trying to get your supper ready, I won't forget though," she added.

Andrea quickly got to work and soon had a couple of pans loaded with potatoes and vegetables boiling on the hob. She then took some pork strips from the freezer and after defrosting them put them in another pan to which she added mushrooms and a tin of sauce mix she found in a cupboard. She added some spices and herbs and left the pork to stew.

"Right are you ready for the first course," she asked me. "If so could you move your newspaper please,"

She then produced some corn on the cob, which was smeared in melted butter. We all three sat down with Rachel enjoying her corn as usual. "My favourite," smiled Rachel taking girl sized bites made harder by the absence of both of her front milk teeth.

Sitting more upright Andrea was soon finished and was back at the stove to give all the other pans a quick stir. She turned and rested her rear against the worktop and put her hands to her sides. That corset must be hurting by now I thought. She had been wearing it for nearly 5 hours now and she must have realised that there would be no relief from it until Rachel went to sleep in a couple of hours time. She was going to have to learn patience.

Just then the phone rang and since she was on her feet Andrea went to answer it.

"The Mitchell residence," she answered. "Oh hi mum," she suddenly burst out, "I'm fine, I am right in the middle of making the evening meal can you phone me back in a couple of hours time. OK. I speak to you then, I love you Bye."

"That was quick," I said.

"I have the meal to get ready and dishes to wash. Then I have Rachel to get ready for bed, so I'll have to speak to her later," she explained fiddling with her apron strings with her free hand.

Soon the meal was prepared. Rachel dragged Andrea out to see and feed Nutmeg who was back inside his stall. Andrea didn't change out of her skirt but slipped on a pair of green wellingtons belonging to my wife. The pair were gone for about half an hour and that gave me a chance to catch up on the day's other events such as answer phone calls and check my share prices.

Soon both girls were in and I could detect the unpleasant aroma of horse manure from both of them. "Phew what a smell," I said.

"Sorry we will both have a shower now," said Rachel and with that she led Andrea upstairs. Andrea's stiff torso was visibly slowing her progress.

Soon Rachel smelt sweet again and I undertook my usual fatherly duty to read her a bedtime story. Meanwhile Andrea had stripped out of her clothes and was waiting patiently in her room so that I could free her from her corset.

I made her wait and it was nearly 45 minutes before I knocked on her door.

"Please let me out of this thing," she pleaded.

"I am sorry you have had to wait so long, I will only let you out provided you agree to wear it again tomorrow."

"Anything, I just can't stand another minute tonight, I have worn it for seven hours now and my sides and my chest feel as though they have been run over by a road roller. I undid the complex knots and quickly she stepped out of the sexy garment."

"Ouch," she said holding her sides as the tension in her body was released when the laces were being slackened.

"The lady did warn you that it hurt to be released too suddenly from the corset, I guess she was right," I replied.

She smiled, "She was right but the pain was worth it to get off at last." She started rubbing her waist and ribcage. "It has given me a slimmer waist so maybe if you won't tie the laces so tightly tomorrow we can do it again."

Soon she was back from the hot shower and was towelling her long hair dry.

I gave her the hair dryer and she sat on the bed stark naked and dried her hair. I had a good view of her body and apart from her tiny penis she was every inch a woman with round C cup breasts, and wide almost child-bearing hips. As she turned, her arse cheeks looked so cute as she pulled up a pair of high cut lace panties.

She picked up a new bra and fastened that in front before slipping it round and putting in her arms. She adjusted the shoulder straps and then took it off repeating the process with all the others before she finished by putting the first one back on again.

"Enjoying the view," she said.

"Immensely," I said.

"I'm glad, because I'm pleased you like my female body."

"When did you say that you would have your little problem removed?" I asked.

"I hoping that it will happen in the year or so, my doctor will be so pleased to hear that I am living and working as a woman now. It should be automatic to get my surgery referral," she said.

After she had dried her hair, I disappointed her by holding up her corset yet again.

"Oh do I have to?" she sulked

"I am afraid so, I can see the advantage of you wearing it if you don't."

Soon I was pulling on the laces so that she was back down to 26". "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Not nearly as bad as before," she said relieved.

"Not that I don't trust you, but you will find it impossible to get the corset off now," I said. She heard two clicks near the flap that covered the lace knots in the middle of her back as I secured both the miniature padlocks.

She looked in the mirror and cried. "Oh no, please take them off. I don't want to wear this all night."

"I'm sorry but from now on you will be wearing something like this all the time now, so you had better get used to it. I don't think that it is too uncomfortable at the moment, but I can make it much tighter." I also held up the chastity strap that would connect around her crotch. "This fits in the middle between your legs, do you want to try it?"

"No thank you," she said seemingly very sincere

"I have another present for you," I said.

"What another corset?" she replied seemingly still put out by wearing this straitjacket.

"Look in another couple of weeks you will wonder what the fuss was all about when we get you down to 22" or less. You have just started and we won't finish until we get your figure in a perfect hourglass shape.

"You said you had a present," she suddenly remembered.

"Yes wait here," I withdrew from the cupboard a small box, complete with wrapping paper and handed it to her. She used her long nails to slice through the paper and seemed enchanted with what she found.

"It's beautiful," she declared. "A beautiful lace and nylon see through negligee."

I helped her put it on and she carefully slipped on her high heel mules. Soon she minced back and forward in front of me. She looked like a fifties' style Hollywood film actress. The corset was accentuating her waist and her hips.

She caught me watching and said. "I hope you like what you see?" She asked as she walked past with her hands down by her sides and her wrists bent.

She giggled, "this is exquisite, thank you so much," and she kissed me hard on the lips after feeling the negligee material.

"I am really glad you like it," I said kissing her back.

Soon we were lying back in bed kissing and cuddling. I fondled her breasts and she started to moan as I moved her bra off her full wiggling breasts. Soon I was licking and biting her nipples gently with my teeth. She was lying back all the while moaning and writhing on the bed. Her legs never stopped moving.

I then tried to force my hand up her night-dress and in between her thighs, when she realised what was happening she tried to force her legs shut but I was insistent. Soon I had her little penis in my hand and despite all my massaging it was obvious that it wouldn't rise to the occasion. Sensing my disappointment she reciprocated and quickly encircled my engorged and straining shaft in her manicured hand and started to pump me hard up and down.

Soon she was holding my spent shaft and her hand was covered in my white seed. Then she took her hand and licked it clean taking all my come into her mouth.

"Why did you do that," I asked.

"Because I wanted to, it doesn't taste too bad, slightly salty but not too bad."

"Would you do that again," I asked

"Of course, you make me feel so much like a woman, I think I would do anything to please you," she said. "Including wearing this thing," she added pointing to her hard outer shell.

"You mean you won't complain when it gets tighter?" I asked

"Not if it means making love like this again, that was wonderful I can't wait for the operation to happen so that you will enter me."

"That can happen now if you want, we don't have to wait until you have a vagina."

"You mean take me in my rear, that won't be much good will it?" she asked with a look of concern on her pretty face.

"It happens all the time even between men and women. In many ways it is better that way because usually the rectum is much tighter. You will also gain satisfaction because of the stimulation of the prostrate gland."

"You can't be serious, take me in ass, what about infections and stuff."

"I'll use a condom and you could have an enema before hand. Take my word for it you will enjoy it. It will also show what it is like to be taken by a man in a way you may only have dreamed about."

The phone interrupted my conversation and she reached over to answer it.

"Everything's fine mum, Mr Mitchell and his daughter Rachel get on fine with me. I have had a really busy day shopping and making meals but we signed a six-month contract this morning. I met his sister in law who seems to like me too. The real work starts on Monday when I have to get up early to get Rachel ready for school.

"I have my own room, with TV and a telephone, I have to order and buy all the food and drink and I have to do all the cleaning. He has already helped me spend nearly £400 of my clothing allowance today. I have never had so many new clothes and shoes all at the same time. It's like Christmas I don't know what to try on or wear next.

"I couldn't resist buying some high heels and some party dresses. I am dying to show you all the new stuff on my next day off.

"It's in ten days time then I get every second Saturday off."

Then with me listening closely to her side of the conversation, she said, "Mr Mitchell's really good Mum, he is very kind and considerate and has said that when the time comes he will help with any medical expenses I will incur during the operation.

"I think that this job will make it easier to get the surgical referral I need. I think it will be sooner rather than later. Mum, I have to go now, give my love to your sister. I'll see you soon bye, I love you."

She hung up the phone with a tear glistening in her left eye and I cuddled her closely. Come on you can't hide under your mother's apron strings all your life. You have to start wearing your own apron now," I said. "So come on cheer up, she is not so far away that you can't go round and see her in the evening now and again."

"You have been so good to me, can I sleep beside you tonight?" she asked.

"Yes of course, I think it would be better in the master bedroom." I said and I got and up and lifted her gently up off the bed and carried her through to my bed.

"How strong you are," she said. "I like you more and more with each hour that passes, you have sensitivity and you treat me well but you know how to use masculine strength. I think I'm falling for you."

"I think you are just tired," I said as I laid her down on the side of the bed so recently used by my late wife. During the night I awoke up a couple of times and put my arms around her and she reciprocated without waking. It was the best night's sleep I had had for several months.

Chapter 5 - A New Day.

The following day might be Saturday but I awoke to the dreadful sound of a vacuum cleaner near the bedroom door.

She walked in pushing the vacuum cleaner ahead of her and awake now, I looked over and we both smiled. She switched off the machine, "This place is a mess, when did you last Hoover up this place?" she asked.

"A couple of weeks ago, why?" I asked back leaning on my side and propping my head up with a pillow.

"I thought so, the carpets are a disgrace and Rachel's room looks like it was the main scene in a disaster movie," she said putting her arms on both hips. "I also have to go shopping for food and that's why I woke you early so we can go to the market to avoid the rush later."

"The vegetables and fruit will be fresher too, so come on get up and get Rachel dressed and lets get moving. I have a shopping list as long as my arm." she said. "The fridge is nearly empty and looks like you haven't had a meal that wasn't out of a tin in weeks."

"God this corset cuts in. It's not easy to work in it, are you sure you won't reconsider me wearing it full time," she added.

"No that's the deal," I said quickly. "Wear your 3" heels and put on that dress you bought yesterday for me please if we are going out, I want to show you off," I replied in answer to her tone of authority.

I got up and nudged sleepy Rachel awake and she smiled, "Is Andrea still here?"

"Yes why?"

"Great she said she would help me with Nutmeg today," Rachel replied jumping up and putting on her riding breeches and sweatshirt.

"Before that we have to have breakfast and then we need to go shopping. Andrea wants to go to the market to get us some food, so Nutmeg will have to wait until later."

"I'll just turn him out into the paddock then and we will tack him up after we come back," she said jumping down towards the bathroom. Soon we were having a quick breakfast before we headed for the car.

Andrea had done her make-up and was positively glowing as she sat beside me clasping her list tightly.

So I said as we headed out the gate, "what do we need?"

"Just about everything but the priority is fresh food, I don't believe in living out of tins," she said.

"You are quite right, we don't want to get scurvy," I said smiling.

"It is more serious than that, you need to have a healthy diet to maintain a healthy body," she said with sincerity

I helped her out of the car when we got to the market and I walked behind her as we went in. I pushed the trolley as Rachel and Andrea visited the various parts of the store. Andrea's heels clicked noisily on the shiny marble floor. She seemed to walk with a grace and ability that caught the eye of every hot-blooded male in the store; including me.

She filled the trolley to overflowing with fresh produce including meat, chicken and vegetables. As we went past the make-up area I noticed her slipping quite a few little items such as lipstick and nail polish into the trolley.

As I watched her surge down each isle with enthusiasm, I knew that under that dress, she wore a pair of stockings and that corset was pulling her in tight. Her make-up was impeccable and hair was fluffed out and hung in waves about her face.

We soon had a full trolley and we headed over to the check out counter, Andrea picked up a couple of women's magazines and placed them in with the rest of the shopping. "I need something to read and I'd like to try some of the recipes," she said to me by way of explanation.

I looked at the top one and the headline story was all about a woman whose brother was now her sister after a sex change operation. They looked like twins and now she was going to help her transsexual sister have a baby because she loved her so much.

"Have you seen the top story?" I asked her as I pointed to the magazines as he continued to help me load the bags of shopping back into the trolley.

"What?" she said picking up the magazine. I could see a broad smile soon emerge from her face as she took in the front-page picture of the two beautiful and similar looking women.

"Maybe they can do something similar on us," she said to me, "an article like that would pay a couple of hundred pounds easily."

"No thanks," I said, "at least not yet!"

"True but it would be sensational to get a story published."

"I don't want our story to get out, I just want us to be happy together." I replied.

"Yes I that makes sense," she looked at me looking for me to respond.

"Well I ask you, where would it stop, your picture would be in every paper in the country within a couple of days. Is that what you want?" I said as we headed back to the car.

"No I don't suppose so," she said as she walked alongside me pushing a well-laden trolley. I opened the car and she got in leaving me to load up the car just like a normal female would do.

Rachel and she were busy talking over a small toy horse we had bought her while I lugged the heavy bags of food into the back of the car. Despite the cold conditions I was sweating quite hard and my glasses were all steamed up when I sat behind the wheel.

"I didn't think I got you this bad," she said watching me clean my glasses.

"OK then lets go, anywhere else you want to go?" I said ignoring her comment.

"There is new clothing store over there and I thought maybe we could buy Rachel some new jeans and sweatshirts for her to use when she is with Nutmeg," she said.

"OK lets go but I don't want to spend all day shopping, I have things to do at home," I replied.

"This wont take long," she replied and we drove over to the store.

It was one of those huge discount warehouses where the purchaser must take out a yearly membership in return from huge discounts and reductions. Andrea immediately suggested that I take out a membership in our names and the woman thought that we were married initially until Andrea pointed to her missing ring on her left hand. "Oh I do apologise," she said.

"He is my dad," said Andrea suddenly holding on to my arm affectionately.

The cards were issued and we went inside the main part of the store. I saw computer equipment and said that I wanted to look at it. Andrea said, "while you look here, Rachel and I will go over there to the clothes."

"OK I'll meet you in a few minutes," I said as I headed over to look at some of the software and hardware on display.

I found some interesting software packages at ridiculous prices and carrying my boxes strode over to where Andrea had pointed. I couldn't find either of them nearby.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel and Andrea emerging from two of the changing rooms. Andrea was sporting a pair of stretch jeans that showed off her swelling rear very well, while Rachel was also sporting a pair of jeans with tartan patches on the pockets.

The trolley also contained various items of female clothing with some I noted too big to fit Rachel. One thing that did catch my eye was a dark red full length silk under slip with pretty embroidery along the bra line.

"You girls nearly finished?" I asked.

"Almost. Do you like Rachel's jeans?" she asked back.

"I do," I said looking instead at Andrea's skin-tight jeans that showed off her rear to perfection.

"Yours like nice, too," I replied.

Soon my bank debit card was taking another battering as we went through the check out. "I hope you don't mind but I needed some bits and pieces," she looked over at me.

I helped her into the car marvelling at how well the tight jeans gave her the rounded rear curves of a female.

"You look really cute in those, all you need are some high heel boots to set them off a little," I said.

"Do you think so? Can we get a pair?" She asked me suddenly. "I saw a pair back inside, can I go and get them?" She looked at me with those big eyes and titled her long neck waiting for a response. Much the same a way a dog does when he is waiting for you to throw a ball.

"OK I'll load up the car, while you get them," I replied.

Of course, Andrea came back with two pairs of square block heeled boots one brown and one black pair in very supple leather. Both were equipped with side zippers that went from her ankles to her knees.

"Good lets go," I said, "Are we finished?"

"Not quite, I think that we should stop at the equestrian centre for some horse feed, I noticed that Nutmeg was getting low on feed."

As she sat down in the front passenger seat beside me, I saw her slip off her stilettos and massage her feet, particularly her arch and Achilles tendon. "I have never ever spent so much time in heels before. They take some getting used to," she said. "My calf muscles feel on fire and my instep just aches. Do you mind if I wear my boots instead now?" She asked.

"No that's OK I don't want to turn you into a cripple all for the sake of fashion," I countered.

She quickly slipped on the boots and zipped them up with the jeans inside.

"You like?" She asked.

"I like," I replied.

It was just as well that we were driving one of the biggest cars on the market because soon the Land Rover was full with our shopping, our clothes and software and several bales and bags of horse feed.

When we got home Andrea walked into the house leaving me to unload the car. 'Just like a woman,' I thought. As I made the first trip to the feed store shed, I could hear her first move outside. I was soon to discover that she was interested in retrieving her other pair of boots, her shoes and the clothing purchases. It would be my job to bring in the groceries unaided.

After I had brought in the last of the bags and set them down on the kitchen floor, I was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee. Andrea had quite wisely decided that I needed a cup before lunch.

"Thanks how did you know I needed that," I asked.

"Call it women's intuition," She replied

"Or Rachel's advice?" I replied looking at the minx going out of the door.

"Oh OK then if you prefer?" she smiled back.

"No on reflection your reply sounds better. What's for lunch?" I asked.

"Do you like spicy chicken?" She asked in reply.

"Yes."

"I thought I would give you some Buffalo Wings to tide you over until later," she replied.

"Thanks that would be great, I haven't had them for months."

"Yes I know, a great thing women's intuition," she smirked. "Your daughter knows you better than you think."

Once we had lunch, I left Andrea to her kitchen. She waded into every cupboard and crevice cleaning and tidying. She had all the food packed and the normally cluttered kitchen work surface was bare.

I worked in my den looking at the closing city prices while Andrea continued her spring clean until I heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered her knock and I saw that she looked flustered and covered in perspiration from all her activities.

"I want to show you the kitchen and to give you these," she said giving me a collection of photographs, letters and magazines that she had found.

"Thanks," I said, "you have been a busy woman."

"At least I know where everything is now and I chucked a mountain of old food in the bin. Even some of the pet food was past its sell by date," she added.

"Good, now what do you intend to do?" I asked.

"Well, there is a small mountain of ironing to do but I thought Rachel and I could spend some time with Nutmeg. Before I go and get changed, I was hoping that as a reward I could be relieved of this corset for a little while."

"Come here then," I said and she came into my den.

"I never noticed before but this place could do with a tidy up too."

"Turn around," I said and I lifted her blouse up and undid the tiny padlocks and helped with the laces.

"Owh," she howled as the laces slackened off suddenly.

"You were warned about that," I said. "Shall I lace you back up?"

"No I'll be fine just give me massage in the middle of my back please," she said as leaned towards me.

"Here?" I said as I used the tips of fingers to stimulate her spinal column.

"That's great, do you think we could continue this upstairs," she said looking over her shoulder and through her hair.

"I don't see why not," I replied.

She went ahead and disappeared into the bathroom to collect some baby oil that was under the wash basin. When I arrived she was lying face down on the bed with oil in her hand. She handed it to me and said I should warm up my fingers first.

Soon she was cooing and aahing away as I rubbed her back up and down gently moving the folds of skin that had been released. "That is so good, where did you learn how to give massages like that," she asked.

"My wife used to get them all the time," I replied. "They used to drive her wild."

"I can see why," Andrea whispered into the pillow.

"How about your front? Would you like that massaged too?" I asked hoping the answer would be yes. Who wouldn't miss the chance to stroke those two man made but luscious orbs that now hung from her chest.

"That sounds great," she said and she turned over to reveal her new cleavage.

"Are they sensitive?" I asked fiddling with her nipples.

"Much more than they used to be," she replied

"How much more?" I asked again while her small nipples became erect beneath my fingers.

"A lot," she whispered. My massage and stimulation were visibly turning her on and soon she was panting away like some woman who was having her clitoris massaged.

It all came to nothing when we heard an impatient Rachel shouting up the stairs, "Andrea are you coming to help?"

"Yes I am just getting changed, I'll be down in a moment," Andrea shouted quickly from the open door as she headed towards her room clutching all her clothes.

"OK, I'll get Nutmeg ready," Rachel shouted back

I just lay on the bed and relaxed, I think I was falling in love. Andrea was everything I had ever hoped for.

Andrea came back into my room and smiled at me, she looked relaxed as she came in wearing the same tight pair of stretch jeans and a check shirt that hugged her ample bosom. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail and her ear rings were visible. She came up to my wife's dressing table and applied some lipstick and then kissed me before applying some more. I just lay and watched her.

Just then she then turned and had a look of wildness in her and she came over to me with her tube of lipstick in her hand.

"Can I just try something please," she asked.

"What?" I asked as I lay flat on my back.

"This," and she jumped on top of me. She may have been 10 stones (140 lbs) but she couldn't be shifted as her thighs straddled my head and I looked up at her crotch.

"I wanted to see what you would look like with a little make-up on," she said down at my squashed head between her legs. "I won't let you go until you say yes."

"You have got to be kidding," I tried to say, but my face was being squashed by her strong thigh muscles and it came out as an incoherent babble.

The next thing I knew she was applying some of her creamy plum coloured lipstick to my lips and reaching over some blue mascara to my eyelashes. She then got up, bent down and she kissed me hard on the lips. Our lipstick covered mouths merged into one and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I gratefully received it sucking hard. She got up smiling and trotted out the door saying, "don't forget to blot your lips."

I rolled over and fell fast asleep blissfully happy.

Chapter 6 A New Routine

Over the next few weeks, we settled down and enjoyed each other's company, she worked hard and the house and our clothes were all spick and span. Rachel was neatly turned out to school each day, and I had been back to my old employer about trying to get my job back. It seemed that I would start back in a few week's time if they were successful in winning a major new defence contract.

Andrea had also introduced me to the joys of dieting. Although her food preparation skills were excellent, I was forced onto a low fat, low calorie diet in a bid to lose a stone in weight.

I tried to argue my case with her but it was hopeless. "I am a healthy weight for my size," I said.

"Rubbish look at this chart it definitely proves that you are overweight so you have to go on a diet," she replied with authority.

When that little issue was decided, I was determined to get my weight down as quickly as possible. I was surprised that in a couple of weeks my belt came in by a couple of notches.

"Your waist looks so much trimmer now," she said to me as I came down for my usual piece of dried toast and unsweetened coffee at breakfast.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I replied looking at her now 24" waist courtesy of the new corset she wore almost 24 hours a day.

She put one hand on her now pronounced hips and waved her porridge ladle at me and said, "Tonight, I want to see how you would look in one these."

"No way. That's for you to wear and for me to admire," I said. "Anyway when is your appointment today, I'll run you in after Rachel is dropped off at school."

"It's at 9:30," she replied

"Are you anxious?" I asked.

"A little, if all goes well, I could get my surgical referral for the operation today."

"To turn you into a woman?" I replied.

"I hope so," she said as she came over to remove some of her long hairs from my jacket.

"When do you think it could happen, the operation I mean?" I asked.

"If the referral is given, it would then depend on the waiting list but it could be faster if I went privately. There is a private hospital here that could do it but it would cost a lot of money."

"How much?" I asked.

"Oh about £6000 give or take a few pounds."

"Six months salary," I replied.

"You could let me have the money, couldn't you?" She asked and then she reached up and pecked me on the nose.

"We will see, lets get that daughter of mine off to school first."

Soon we were parking up for Andrea's appointment. I asked, "can I come inside too?"

"I would love that," she looked at me suddenly nervous. "It should help him to know that I have a relationship with a man now. Can we just tell him the truth? If he finds out that we have lied it would set me right back to square one. This doctor is no fool."

"No problem," I said as I helped her out of the car and she walked with me across the car park. Andrea was wearing a pretty navy blue suit with a tight straight skirt and single-breasted jacket with just a hint of her slip showing underneath.

Soon we were called into the doctor's office and we sat down in front of a middle-aged doctor with greying temples.

"Ah Andrea, how are we today? It was what, two months since I last saw you and it seems that you may have a man in your life now?" he asked looking at me.

"Yes and a job," she replied with a quiet whisper. "Richard, here agreed to take me on as his housekeeper to look after his home and his lovely 8 year old daughter just after our last appointment. Everything seems to be working out fine," and she reached out and held my hand tightly. I could feel her nails cutting into my hand with the tension she was feeling.

"So you have a job with responsibilities, that's good," he replied.

"Tell me Mr... Mr," he asked.

"Mitchell, Richard Mitchell," I helped.

"Yes Mr Mitchell, how has Andrea coped with her new job?"

"Very well, I am pleased with her performance in every respect. She controls the house expenditure on a tight budget, my daughter is always well turned out for school and she even has me on a healthy diet." I smiled to ease the tension but nothing happened.

I continued, "the house is neat and tidy, the gardener is being strictly controlled by Andrea and the garden is beginning to reach its former glory. All in all she is doing a great job. I would have no hesitation in giving her an excellent reference."

"Did you know about her medical problem, before you hired her?" he asked.

"Yes she told me all about that at her first interview but it was her enthusiasm that swayed me and she looks so convincing as a woman. We agreed to a trial 1 week period and she passed with flying colours so she has an employment contract with me now," I said slightly embellishing the truth.

"That's good Mr Mitchell, I would like to thank you for coming here today with Andrea. I wonder if you could now please go back to the waiting room as I have something I would like to discuss with Andrea."

"Sure, I'll be right outside if you need me," I replied not even daring to steel a glance in Andrea's direction.

The next 15 or 20 minutes dragged by. I sat by the door but could hear nothing except some heated discussion and then Andrea emerged with tears falling down her pretty face.

I rushed to her, "The bastard wants to see me in 3 months time, he is not convinced I am ready yet. He thinks that I brought you along to trick him to giving me my referral now. He said that I have another 3 months to go as I am and he is sorry that he can't speed up the process."

"Oh god I am sorry, did I make matters worse," I asked.

"No apart from the 3 months delay, he is very happy with my progress, my deportment, my development up top. The fact that I have a full time job, he is convinced that I will make a successful transition but he has to abide by the rules."

"Oh god," I hugged her close just as the doctor emerged. He saw us hugging but said nothing and walked past with Andrea's case notes in his hand. "Come on I'll buy you lunch," I said to her.

"Yes I need something to eat, I was sick earlier today with worry," She replied looking up into my face.

I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the waiting room and back to the car.

"Come on, lets go and cheer up, it is not the end of the world," I said.

"Would you help me to go privately?" she asked as she reached the car.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, although I want to help you, that doctor by waiting the next three months will be making sure you are doing the right thing. If you decide that you can't hack it as a woman after all, you would never be able to be a man again. The operation is irreversible isn't it?"

"I guess so, I just feel like taking a knife to all this," she said pointing to between her legs.

"Andrea, you will just have to patient about this, you'll see that 3 months will fly by. You've already been with me for six weeks and I bet it flew by because you have been so busy. I also reckon you are entitled to a few days. If you want I can take you home to your mum now?"

"That would be good but Mum's away on holiday and my aunt's with her.

Come on buy me lunch," she said suddenly perking up again.

We wound our way towards home and soon we had a comfortable table for two overlooking the River Esk about two miles away from my house. The last time I had dined there was with a client. The service had been dreadful with 2 courses taking nearly 2 hours. I vowed I wouldn't be back but here was a chance to take to things steady and gently with Andrea who was obviously still reeling from the disappointment.

"Come on cheer up," I said helping her take her seat.

"I'll be OK," she smiled. "I didn't think he would keep me waiting another 3 months, that's all."

"He has to be absolutely sure that you are doing the right thing, it's not something that can be changed, his rules probably require him to insist on that length of time before the operation. Because what would happen if you decided that you had made a mistake and decided that you wanted to remain a man? It would be no use fishing about looking for your sexual organs to be put back because they would be in some disposal bag in some incinerator somewhere."

"I take your point, but I thought it would be so obvious to him that I knew what I wanted," she replied.

"Not to him, his rules insist on a series of consultations over 12 months and thereafter and you have only being seeing him for 9 months now, so another 3 months is all that remains."

"OK I know, but I do so want to be able to become a woman full time, I thought that it would be obvious to him."

"You are asking him to make his decision on perhaps meeting and talking with you over less than five hours of consultations. He doesn't know you like me or your family, so I agree it is hard but come on it is only another 3 months. You...., we will get through it easily."

"I suppose so," she lifted her head and although she didn't smile she seemed more relaxed than she had been all morning. "I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem, I have," she looked at me through her unusually thick eyelashes.

"I was wondering if you would help me get my ears pinned back."

"What? What's wrong with your ears," I asked.

She pulled back her long hair and I had to admit that they were quite pronounced and quite large for a woman to possess. "I always have to have my hair long to cover my ears otherwise they are a real give away," she said putting her hair back in place.

"I see what you mean," I replied. "How much?"

"About £1200 and a day off work," she replied.

"When we get back you can arrange it," I relented. "I'll pick up the tab if that makes you feel happier."

She then proceeded to tell me what was involved in the procedure, how they reduced the size and pinned them back so that they did not stick out so much.

"Ouch that sounds painful, you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked.

"Quite sure, you are such a darling man, I can't believe I found you," she got up and pulled me up and then kissed me hard right there in the restaurant.

"You are quite a woman yourself." I replied holding her by the shoulders in front of me.

Chapter 7 The next three months Andrea did get her small operation on her ears. It was an amazing success and apart from suffering some bruising, she was able to get back into the swing of things quite quickly.

With the long summer holidays and no sign of an imminent return to work, I arranged for all three of us to get away for a couple of weeks in the Caribbean. We all suffered from the heat but Andrea loved it and came back with a gorgeous tan that had the usual bikini lines.

Over the summer we became more involved and did everything together. I paid for riding lessons for myself and my favourite memory was watching Andrea dressed in her figure hugging riding jodhpurs as we walked to the stable to collect our mounts.

She had already ridden a great deal and obviously knew how to handle a horse. I thought it couldn't be any worse than riding a motorcycle of which I also had had great deal of experience. For one thing you don't go so fast and although you are a little higher off the ground, a fall would be onto relatively soft earth and not onto unforgiving tarmac.

I was soon to discover that horses were more difficult than anything I had ever controlled in the past. Andrea was in her element though, as she steered her 16 hand Arab hunter with authority and assurance through the gates and onto the bridle way.

She looked every part the horsewoman with an elegant tailored shirt complete with white cravat. Her long hair was tidily held in a brown hair net and that in turn was contained completely within a velvet riding helmet and held on with a chin cup.

She insisted on wearing the chin cup against my advice after I explained that they were not safe. I told her of the many stories of helmets coming off with those things fitted. Her response was that she had fallen scores of times and her hard hat had not come off her head once.

She wore a dark riding jacket and her black riding boots came up to her knees on her ivory coloured breeches.

In contrast I was wearing my old motorcycle riding boots, my jeans, check shirt and my enduro jacket. My old multicoloured motocross style helmet without the face piece fitted was my preferred choice of head protection.

The sun was shining and my young gelding was playing up while she mounted on her mare was smiling at my discomfort. We hacked for about 4 miles up the path and then stopped and dismounted. While the horses munched on the abundant grass, we sat on an old log and watched the river.

My backside was on fire from the saddle I had used. She laughed at my discomfort when I told her the problem. "May be you need some extra padding like me," she said slapping her buttocks playfully.

"No one sex change in the family is quite enough," I told her. "Besides, this is only my first outing on a horse and I'm sure I'll get used to it."

It was no use I had to get up and I walked over to the riverbank and started to skim some stones over the flat calm pool in the river. She came up behind me and grabbed my arm just as I was about to throw one and dragged my arm around her.

She hugged me and we stood and watched the water flow. "I think I am beginning to fall in love with you," she said.

"You are, how do you know?" I asked.

"Oh just that you are constantly in my thoughts, I am always looking after you and thinking of ways to make you happy. I just wondered if you felt anything towards me," she said softly and sincerely

"I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you in that pub," I replied truthfully. "What I want to know is, can we get married?"

"At the moment or in the future the answer to that must be no. It is not that I don't want to, we can't get legally married. I can't change my birth certificate to show that I am a genetic female and it remains illegal for two genetic males to marry in this country," she said.

"I didn't know that, we will just have to live in sin," I smiled back happily at my light heartedness in such a difficult situation.

"I have been looking into it though and we could get married abroad and I think that we could get legally married in Holland," she said.

"OK two airline tickets to Holland and a couple of weeks residence in the Amsterdam Hilton and we can get married, this process of changing sex isn't cheap is it?"

I grabbed her hand and we headed for a tree near to where the horses were still stripping large amounts of grass from the ground. I backed her into the trunk of the tree and put my arms around her. We kissed long and hard and put my hands on her breasts inside her jacket. They were so responsive now she was moaning and groaning as I continued with my massage. I could feel her nipples rising as I continued and soon her tongue was in my mouth draining my saliva.

Only one fantasy remained and patience and understanding was needed before that happened. Soon we were back aboard our mounts with this time me in front and she giving instructions on how to sit, and how to control the animal under me.

I was glad that for once Rachel was with her aunt and cousin when we got back to the house, we showered together and headed off to bed. I had respected her decision not to allow me to enter her rear passage and I didn't want to risk anything now. I was pleasantly surprised when she suddenly said that she wanted to be taken from the rear as we started petting on the bed.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Very serious," she replied

"Pass me a bottle of that baby oil you use," I said and I quickly smeared the stuff over my growing erection and around her rear entry passage. "Now this might hurt and I want you to stop if you feel any pain OK."

"OK, I can't wait to find out, go ahead," she said as she sat down on my lap.

She lifted herself up off my lap and I held my penis out in front. With my help she gently lowered herself down on top of my penis and I guided it in. I was no super stud with a penis measured no more than six inches long by about an inch and a half thick but her rear hole was tight.

After some trouble, we eventually managed to get my penis head past her sphincter and into her warm bowel beyond. As she dropped down slowly, I could feel my shaft being grabbed until I was buried inside her right up to the hilt.

"How does that feel?" I whispered in her ear.

"Incredible, like nothing I have ever felt before. How does it feel to you?" she asked.

"It feels really weird, the neck of your anus is so strong it feels like it is trying to chop my penis off," I replied. "It feels so tight around me, it feels like we are joined together."

"I know what you mean," and she turned to face me slightly and I reciprocated.

"Are you in any pain?" I asked in between swallowing her sweet tongue between my lips.

"No."

"Do you want to try moving?"

"Yes."

I put my hands on her now slim waist and helped push her off me and then allowed her to fall back down. We repeated this move several times until we managed to get into a rhythm. As she loosened up more we were able to get faster.

After about five minutes in this position, she suddenly pulled right out and turned towards me. "Do it properly now," she said and she put a pillow under her buttocks and lifted herself up to meet my now smeared penis again.

Soon we were dissolving into each other and I was in blinded by the sudden surge in my penis as I came inside her. As I collapsed on top of her she kissed me hard.

"Thanks I really needed that."

"What do you mean?" I mumbled back

"It was so good to feel you inside me, I felt myself come too," she replied.

I became alert. "How?"

"I don't know how but there was a wave of pleasure that spread over me, like my whole body was responding to your lovemaking. It seemed that with each thrust you were touching a sensitive spot I never knew existed."

"That's incredible," I said as I rolled over and took her little shrunken penis in my hand. I started to massage her now redundant sex organ and it failed to become erect.

"Tell me what happens in the operation, do they just cut it off and cut out an opening in its place?" I asked.

"No they use what's there to create my new parts. The skin surrounding the testicles are used to create the labia and the head of the penis becomes my clitoris, the shaft skin is inverted and that becomes my vagina. A T-girl sister on the internet told me that I should keep the penis skin elastic because that will mean less need for skin grafts."

"It sounds like a butcher's paradise, Andrea, are you sure that you want to go through with it?"

"Quite sure. After what we have just done together, I'm more sure than ever.

I love you Richard."

I kissed her hard and then playfully slapped her thigh. "Come on let's shower again and take me to meet your mum."

"Why do you want to meet her?" She asked opened mouthed.

"Because I need to meet the mother of the woman I intend to marry. She also needs to know that her daughter is being cared for."

"She knows that already," Andrea replied.

"Does she now, I still think it is time we met don't you?"

"OK, I'll give her a ring and tell her we are coming over."

Andrea was dressed faster than me and was applying her make-up carefully when I came into the room after my shower. I came up behind her sitting at her dressing table and put my arms around her and gave her a hug.

"You look happy," she said.

"Today has been the best day, since before my wife died," I replied truthfully. "I have something for you."

"What?" she replied.

"The keys to your corset padlocks. I don't think you need them anymore, you wear the corsets automatically now," I said as she applied her lip colour.

She was a real expert in make-up now; her eyes were framed in subtle colour, with eyeliner and mascara carefully applied. Her cheeks were rosy red, and at my suggestion her nails were longer and stronger than they had ever been.

With all the housework and the work on Nutmeg with Rachel, she had kept breaking her own nails and she had these artificial nails fitted courtesy of her manicurist. Although expensive, Andrea was tempted into using these hard wearing and now unremovable acrylic nails before she went on holiday.

The salon had also lightened her brown hair and added highlights. It also carried more curls in a natural way and as she brushed it, her hair shown. It really gave her a healthy appearance. Andrea was one pretty looking girl and I was glad I was her man.

She got up after her make-up and asked me. "Can I move in with you tonight. I know that we sleep together most nights now, but I want to move my stuff into your room. I know your wife's stuff is still here but I would remove and store it carefully."

"I would like that," I replied "I know, I should have done something about it sooner. Moving my wife's stuff out I mean. Do you want any of her clothes or shoes?"

"Although we are roughly the same size, there are only a few items I would want to keep. Most of it could go charity if that's OK."

"Sure we can do that this evening," I replied.

I decided to dress up formally for this meeting with Andrea's mum and wore my best shirt and my favourite lucky interview tie. I pulled out my dress trousers that had been expertly pressed by Andrea a few days earlier.

I brushed my shoes and put on my jacket. Andrea came complete with 3" sandals, brown stockings, a knee length blue floral print dress with a plunging neck line. For decoration she wore my wife's pearls, matching ear rings and only one or two rings on her hands.

As I stood adjusting my tie in the wall mounted mirror she came up behind me and looked in the mirror. She put her hand inside my jacket and gave my left nipple a pinch through my shirt with her long nails.

"Hey cut it out do you want to go upstairs or do you want to see your mother?" I smiled.

"It is just that you look so handsome tonight," she replied, "I can hardly keep my hands off you."

"Andrea." I turned suddenly serious towards her, grasping both hands together and kissing them

"Yes"

As I held her hands together with my left hand, I pulled out a small box in my right. "I wonder... I wonder if you will accept this as a token of my love for you?"

Her mouth suddenly opened up wide in surprise, as she pulled her hands out of my grip and opened the tiny box. Inside was an engagement ring that I had bought for my late wife. It had a solitaire diamond in the centre with two dark red rubies on either side.

"It is beautiful," she said.

"Will you wear it?" I asked

"What a stupid question. Of course I'll wear it," and soon she had it on her third finger of her left hand.

She held her hand out and then really sucked the breath out of me with the hardest kiss I have ever had.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Come on lets go and meet your mum, I hope she likes the surprise."

Fifteen minutes driving with Andrea continually looking at her ring all the way there like some star struck little girl who has just been given a new dolly.

"I can't believe this, I feel like this is unreal," she smiled broadly as we drove along. May be it was the wet road or may be it was my lack of concentration but I took the bend on the approach to Andrea's home town just a shade too fast. We headed for a collision with a sandstone wall.

I jammed on the brakes as hard as possible but that made handling the Land Rover which didn't have ABS harder. We skidded to a halt with the front near side bodywork damaged and the headlamp broken.

I asked her if she was OK and she nodded. I got out to survey the damage and left leaving a note to contact me about the damage to the wall. Neither of us was injured but it had the effect of sobering us up a little. I carefully drove us on to her mother's house and pulled on the hand brake.

"I am sorry," I said.

"It's OK, I know how much your car means to you, at least no one was injured." She replied.

Before we had even knocked on the door, the door was opened and Andrea's mother stepped out to greet us. Of course I had to explain what had happened to the car and she invited us in to get a cup of tea to calm our nerves.

She took us into a small lounge and I could see a coffee table spread out with cakes and buns in a typical Scottish fashion. A cup of tea was freely drunk and it had an immediate calming effect on me.

We were all seated round the table and Andrea suddenly showed her mother her engagement ring. Her mother had similar hair colour to Andrea but didn't look like the sister Andrea had described. She was quite attractive though with very little signs of her age showing. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it and then said. "Wow you are a lucky girl," she said to Andrea.

"So you are serious about looking after my baby Mr Mitchell? Call me Anne please."

"Yes Andrea and I are very happy together and I wanted to give her a token of my love for her. I also wanted to get your permission to marry her as I know her father is dead."

"I would willingly give you permission but you know that girls like Andrea can't get legally married in the UK."

"Yes we know but after her operation, we hope to go to Holland to get married where it is legal. We just want your blessing," I replied.

"You have that. Anyone who can make Andrea happy will always have my blessing. She has told me so much about you that I can't believe we haven't met before."

"Yes it feels that way for me too, Andrea is always talking about you in glowing terms and your training has been first class, Andrea has transformed my house, me and my daughter. She is so warm hearted and generous, I have spoiled her whenever I could," I said looking in Andrea's direction who smiled back at me.

"One thing that interests me is why you wanted a girl like Andrea and not a real woman like me. With your looks, I am sure you could have had any woman at your feet."

I blushed slightly, "Thanks for the compliment, I may look all man but I have felt like Andrea all my life, I have never had the courage to go through what she is doing. I don't think I would make a convincing female do you?"

"No I don't suppose so."

I continued. "So by helping Andrea I thought I would be doing the next best thing but I never thought it could ever lead to a deep and meaningful relationship like we have now."

"So you thought of having a sex change too?" She asked reaching over for another piece of cake.

"Yes it is something I think about a lot, but I am a father now with responsibilities and relationships elsewhere so it isn't practicable or possible. Andrea is fortunate because she came to that decision with her whole life ahead of her, your hormone therapy enabled her to cross over to the other sex and she is so natural. I would look like a female gorilla in comparison."

"I take your point," she laughed.

"Andrea has her next and hopefully her final appointment next month, so I want to be there for her when she comes out of hospital. My daughter Rachel has bonded well with Andrea and I want her to continue with us as my wife and Rachel's step-mother."

From then on, the conversation eased off and concentrated on other matters including our afternoon in the saddle and our recent Caribbean holiday. Andrea showed her mother the holiday photographs including some underwater pictures of Rachel and me snorkelling near a fantastic reef.

"Looks like you had a great time," she said. She was interrupted by the sound of a key being inserted into the front door lock. "That should be Angela, my sister."

Angela was the aunt who teased Andrea when she was younger and she came in with several shopping bags and her house keys in her mouth. She went straight to the kitchen and then returned pulling the lipstick-covered keys out of her mouth before shaking hands with me.

"Pleased to meet you at last, I am Richard Mitchell, Andrea's employer," I said. "Call me Richard please."

"OK call me Angela, I am Pleased to me you. Andrea why haven't you brought him here before?" she said looking over at her niece.

"Come over here and sit beside me handsome." Angela patted the cushion next to her.

Andrea looked nervous as I took my seat in between them both. Angela wasted no time and soon had her hand on my leg. As I took no steps to discourage it, I could feel Andrea tense up slightly.

"So what do you think of my nephew, don't you think he makes an adorable girl?" she said as she helped herself to a cup of tea.

"Quite adorable but I don't consider Andrea to be anything but a girl now," I replied.

"When all this started, I could never understand why he wanted to do this. He had everything going for him as a male. As a man, he would never be in a menial position, he would never have the handicap of cleaning up after men and he could have had such an exciting life. I still can't understand it."

"Why do you still refer to Andrea as a he when she patently isn't one anymore." I asked

"In my eyes he will always be a he pretending to be something he isn't."

"That's a bit hard on Andrea, don't you think that Andrea deserves to be rewarded for what has happened. You seem to delight in her discomfort. It may well be that males are better off in society with better privileges and job opportunities. I realise that Andrea's decision hasn't been taken lightly and I support her fully," I finished by looking at Andrea who smiled back.

"I'm glad you feel that way, I think you have passed my test, I am sure that you will both be very happy together," said Angela laughing. "Andrea has always been my niece and she has been like a sister to me. I'm glad that you are with her she will need all the support we can give her over the next few months."

"Oh you had me going there with your remarks."

"I know, good wasn't I, I wouldn't want anything to come between Andrea being happy. I'm just glad you feel the same," she took a sip of her tea.

"So much so I just asked her to marry me tonight," and that Andrea held up her left hand and spread her fingers.

"Wow what a ring, you are a lucky girl Andrea, let me see," and Andrea stretched out her over my lap towards her aunt. "It is gorgeous," she declared. "Look at your nails they look fabulous. How do you manage to do the ironing with them that long," she asked.

"It was difficult at first but now its OK they are completely unbreakable and they are getting longer as my own nails keeps growing," Andrea replied. "Richard likes me to rake his back with them so they have other purposes apart from looking good."

"When is your next salon appointment, Andrea?" Asked Angela.

"In two days time why?"

"Oh I fancy some myself now, maybe not as long as yours but they do look nice," said Angela.

As we had to get back in the growing darkness and I was missing one headlamp, I suggested that we had better get on our way. Angela gave me instructions on how to get home using a little known back road that would avoid any police checks and we set off.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue with Angela," said Andrea after we had moved off. "I knew she was teasing you but you didn't realise."

"If she had persisted, I would have left and gone home, aunt or no aunt," I replied.

"Yes I know, she was just testing you and you passed with flying colours, thanks dear," she said putting her right hand over my left hand resting on the gear change. She tightened her hand over mine and then intertwined fingers with her.

Soon we were home and running up the stairs to the bedroom and we fell on to bed in a fit of giggles and laughter. "Come on lets get some shut eye, Rachel comes back tomorrow and you have to move in."

Soon she was paddling down to the bathroom wearing nothing but her corset and I stripped off my clothes and left them in a big heap on the floor.

When she returned, she said, "Come on get up and tidy that mess up, socks, underpants and shirt in the dirty linen basket and fold your trousers and put them in your wardrobe. Jump to it," she said as she took my warmed up side of the bed.

"Very sneaky but move over, I always sleep on that side and just because you are here that won't change."

"Oh yes it will because from now on you are going to be sleeping all over this bed and not just on your side," she said patting the vacant side. Soon we were in the land of nod after a quick kiss and a cuddle.

The summer came and went and soon I was back at work in my old department. This left Andrea in absolute charge of the house while I was away. She would give me odd surprises such a gutting out my den and chucking out piles and piles of old documents from my filing cabinet. She was acting like my secretary and could and did open all my mail.

The night before her next appointment she came into my den and sat down beside me as I surfed the internet.

"What are you looking for," she asked.

"The home site of a manufacturer of a special component we use at work," I replied.

"Could you do a search for me please," she asked.

"What?"

"Could you try Post-Op Transsexuals"

"Why?"

"I just want to see if there any home pages for post-ops that might contain some advice," she replied. Soon I had over 100 pages on the search engine and we had a look through some. We downloaded some advice pages and even saw pictures of some girls after the surgery. They were now equipped with very realistic vaginas.

"Wow look at that it looks good enough to eat," I said.

"I hope mine looks like that then," she replied because I want you do that to me all the time after my operation.

Chapter 8 The Final Consultation.

The three months were finally up and we both turned up for Andrea's final appointment with her doctor. She was as usual looking beautiful but very nervous.

Maybe that added to her beauty as we patiently sat together in the waiting room. We didn't speak we just held hands. I noticed that she had removed her engagement ring but I didn't ask why. I knew she had her reasons and it would go back on again after this ordeal was over. Soon we were called and invited into the doctor's office again.

"Welcome to you both," the doctor said smiling.

His smile tended to make me feel queasy in the stomach but did nothing for Andrea who was really tense and ready to burst.

"How have you been?" He asked her.

"Quite well, I haven't missed a day of work because of illness."

"Have the hormones had any bad side effects?"

"Not really, I had some sickness to begin with, but I am fine now."

"I wonder if you would go behind that screen and remove all your clothes, I would like to examine you and take some pictures for my files. Please use the robe hanging up," he said.

Andrea gracefully got up and soon started to remove her clothes. The doctor meanwhile homed in on me.

"How has your relationship developed since I last saw you?" he asked.

"Quite well, she is still my employee but we do quite a number of things together such as horse riding and going to the cinema. She is an expert horsewoman. I have met some of her family and we get on well together."

"The only dark cloud is that she wants to be a proper woman but can't," I finally added.

"I'll be blunt Mr Mitchell have you and Andrea and had sexual relations since you and she first met?"

I was shocked that he should ask such a personal question but decided to act naturally.

"Of course, she is a sexual being like you or I. We have kissed and cuddled a lot during the early days and recently she finally decided to allow me to penetrate her anally."

"Did you both enjoy it?" He asked as Andrea came back wrapping the robe around herself to take her seat.

"Yes we did, it came after a romantic day and it seemed perfectly natural to me because my wife allowed me that pleasure occasionally when she was alive." I replied.

"I see, if Andrea has the surgery would the anal sex continue or would conventional sexual activity play a part in your sex lives?" He asked.

"Undoubtedly we would have to explore the implications of the surgery on our sex life but I am old enough to realise that it may not be entirely satisfactory to continue as we are."

To Andrea, "You must have heard our conversation, do you feel the same way as Mr Mitchell?"

"Obviously what we did is not what I prefer to do when I am having sex. I just wanted to show my love for Richard in a way that I wouldn't have thought possible six months ago."

"Was it painful? Did you have any bleeding?"

"We were both very gentle and slow and there was no damage to me or to Richard," she replied.

"Would you do it again?"

"We would I think if the surgery was held up but it wouldn't necessarily be part of our usual love making routine," she replied again.

"I agree it was just a very intimate moment for us but I just want to experience sexual relations in as normal a manner as possible." I interjected.

"Can I have you on the couch please?" he asked Andrea. "And pull back your robe."

She quickly mounted the couch and pulled back her robe to reveal her body and he started with her physical examination using a small hand held tape recorder.

"The subject is now 19 years of age, biological male and has been taking a combination of oral and intravenous oestrogen hormones over the past year. Since that time, the subject has developed many secondary female characteristics."

"Starting at the feet. Her feet are showing the signs of wearing female shoes such as high heels; she has small calluses on the toes and on the soles of her feet. Her arch is very pronounced and well defined. Her toenails are painted and well manicured. There has also been some shortening in the tendons in her ankles. Her ankle though, moves well and has no stiffness in the joint."

"Probably because of the high heels, her calf muscles are well defined but her thigh muscles are not and have a fine layer of fat. There is no body hair present on either leg. The subject has undertaken full electrolysis of her body. Each knee joint is satisfactory and the subject is able to lift her legs using her quadricep muscles."

"Roll over please, the buttock area is well rounded and has a distinctly feminine appearance which has also additional layers of fat."

"Roll back again, please. Her penis is approximately one and a half inches long. Can you obtain an erection?" He asked her.

"No not anymore," she replied.

"The subject can no longer gain an erection. Manual contact makes no difference in size. Both testicles are substantially smaller in size and are obviously now incapable of producing sperm." "Her waist has reduced in size and measures approximately 25". Andrea have you worn a corset or been on a diet?" He asked.

"Both," said Andrea.

The doctor continued, "the subject has used dieting and a corset to control her waist line and the effect is quite startling."

"Moving to the breasts, augmentation by silicone implant has been adopted and breast size is?"

"36C Doctor," said Andrea.

He started examining both breasts and declared that breast size would have been no more than 36A without the implants.

"The subject started on female hormones pre-puberty and has no visible Adam's apple. She has no facial hair, both ears have been pierced twice and there has been recent surgery at the back of each ear which has healed satisfactorily."

"Why did you have surgery on your ears?" he asked.

"Well because they were too large. I couldn't wear my hair back," she said.

"Both shoulders are thin and feminine in definition, both upper arm muscles are not very well developed and the fingers are long and graceful because of the use of artificial nails."

"Turning back to the head, the subject's hair is long and flowing and looks very healthy. The colour has been changed since she was last seen but it does look acceptable and is undoubtedly well cared for. Looking at the face, the subject is skilled in the application of cosmetics and her eyebrows have been reduced in size."

"Apart from her obvious male genitalia, she otherwise presents the physical appearance of a genetic woman. ENDS."

The doctor switched off his tape recorder and went back to his desk and wrote something down in his notes.

"Andrea please get dressed, thank you," he said while he continued writing.

Shortly she was back and took her seat beside me looking anxious as ever.

He looked up and suddenly smiled, "Andrea I am pleased to say that I will process your surgical referral now. You have the appearance and the temperament of a genetic female and it is obvious to me that you should have the surgery as quickly as possible."

Andrea said nothing but her jaw dropped and then she turned to me smiling.

"I am going to refer you to Mr Buchanan who is the most experienced surgeon in the area who performs sexual reassignment surgery. His secretary will contact you in a couple of weeks to arrange a pre-surgical appointment. I would reckon given his current waiting list that you might be seen before Christmas."

"I know that might seem a long way ahead but remember this operation will be freely given under the National Health Service. If you decide to have it done privately you are free to arrange that. Just contact me and I will supply the necessary referral paperwork. Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"No just to thank you doctor," she said suddenly smiling.

"I won't fool you Andrea, I have known since you first came here that you were an obvious candidate for reassignment. What I have seen in your last two visits with your position of employment and your relationship with Mr Mitchell here has reinforced that. You are behaving with maturity and confidence and you are without doubt the most convincing male to female transsexual I have ever treated."

"I would just like to wish you could luck in the next stage in your treatment and if you need any further advice I am always available." At this stage he got up and shook her hand and then mine before showing us to the door.

As we walked outside he took us over to his receptionist. "Please arrange for an appointment with Mr Buchanan at the Western," he told her. "I would also like Andrea to come back here after her operation for a further evaluation, please give her an open ended appointment card."

"Thanks," said Andrea as she took the card.

"Just give me a call when you know your date for surgery and I'll make an appointment for you a few weeks later," said the receptionist.

"OK," said Andrea who was obviously on cloud nine

"Come on lets go, we have celebrating to do," I said as we ran to the car hand in hand.

"I can't believe it," she said "Did you hear what he said, I was the most convincing TS he had ever seen."

"Correction you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen" I told her and we kissed beside the car.

"Richard come on lets tell mum the good news."

"OK."

Chapter 9 The lead up to the operation.

It was now mid-September and if the doctor's prediction was correct Andrea would have to wait until just before Christmas to have her operation that would make her a complete woman. A lot of water could flow under the bridge in that time frame. I wasn't prepared for what came next.

On the way over to her Mum's house, Andrea was in a bubbly mood, "Just wait when Angela and mum hear about this, they are going to be so happy."

"Who cares about anybody else thinks, it is worth it to see you so happy. I just hope that there wont be any more disappointments for you in the weeks to come," I replied.

The now repaired car was bundling along doing sixty-mph and soon we stopped out her mother's house and Andrea was quickly bounding towards the door.

She opened the door and ran in but was disappointed to find no one home.

"See what I mean about disappointments," I said.

"OK," she said suddenly deflated.

She made us a bite of lunch and we sat down in the lounge to wait for her missing relatives.

Soon Angela walked in and Andrea ran to tell her, her news in the hallway. They were like excited schoolgirls as Andrea went over everything that happened. From the lounge, I couldn't hear some of Angela's more quiet responses and then suddenly I heard her say.

"Remember what I said, my offer still stands."

"Shush, I haven't talked to him about it yet, let me talk to him first OK."

My ears were burning and I got up and opened the door. "Talk to who about what, Andrea?" I said surprising them both.

"Now would appear to be as good a time as any," said Angela. "We are all here let's tell him our idea."

"What idea?" I asked suddenly annoyed that these two were scheming behind my back.

"Richard please sit down and we will discuss this. It is an offer Angela made me when I started my transition over a year ago."

"Yes I am listening, go on." I said.

"You know that I love children but I cannot conceive, the surgery isn't that good. So one night Angela and I were talking and she said that if I was given my referral and found a potential husband, that she would offer to conceive and carry a baby for me. That offers she made still stands. What do you think?"

"What do I think? I think the pair of you are crazy, that means I would have to make love to Angela until she conceived. She then carries the baby for 9 months and gives birth and hands the child over to you Andrea to bring up as your own. The pair of you are both mad."

Andrea wasn't impressed by my response and continued. "But darling I do want to have a baby of my own and a husband who will love us and take care of us. I will look after the baby and your own dear Rachel as my very own children. They will be brought up well. You know that."

"That's as may be but what does Angela get out of this arrangement?" I asked.

"The joy of seeing Andrea happy. I want that more than my own happiness," Angela replied.

"What happens after the birth and the maternal instinct takes over and you decide that you want to keep the baby? What happens then?" I asked Angela.

"That wont happen, I have given Andrea my solemn vow that she will be the mother of the child."

"That's very generous of you," I said with a touch of sarcasm in my voice.

"Listen have any of you two considered my feelings in this matter. I don't necessarily want to jump into bed with you Angela every night for weeks on end until you conceive. Don't get me wrong you are a very attractive woman but I love Andrea and to me it would seem unfaithful to perform a sexual act with you." I said.

"There is a way round that," Angela replied.

"What?" I said.

"I would come and stay at your house until I conceive and Andrea and I both make love to you at the same time."

"You are kidding me right, I get to make love to two beautiful women at the same time only I have to remember to impregnate you Angela when I come. How do you know I will do that?" I asked them both.

"We never seriously considered that any male would refuse such an offer," Angela replied. "Are you refusing?"

"I'm not refusing, I just want my feelings to be considered in this little arrangement you two have going."

"What do you want?" Andrea asked suddenly worried that her little conception would not work.

"Right now I don't know. After I lost my wife I never considered having another child. I need some time to think about it OK," I said.

"What can we do to convince you that this plan will work," Angela said.

"Nothing, I will give you both my decision soon." I was angry and they knew it, I was prepared to keep them guessing. I knew that this would hurt Andrea but I wanted to make sure that I wasn't some pawn in a game of chess. I imagined that after the birth both she and Andrea would go off on some lesbian love pairing with my child. I wanted to make sure that if any baby were produced then it would remain Andrea's and mine.

They got up and left me to my thoughts and I then went outside in the late September afternoon sunshine to think. The area had a nice pleasant playing field and kids were playing on the swings and slides and were generally having a good time.

I walked through the middle of the park and then alongside a fast flowing burn that was littered with rubbish from the nearby housing estate.

Another mouth to feed wouldn't be a problem, we were comfortably well off, a baby would increase Andrea's femininity, another brother or sister would be great company for Rachel. If it was a boy, the Mitchell family name would continue. Then there were the more erotic thoughts of taking them both to bed at the same time. Angela looked so cute but I had wondered why she had never married.

I decided that if this arrangement went ahead that both Angela and Andrea would have to have me being the sole legal parent of the baby. Angela would have visitation rights and Andrea would be the mother, but I would have the final say with regard to the baby's education, home and general upbringing. When I got back both were sitting in the lounge and had been joined by Andrea's mother who also sat with an unsmiling face.

I broke the ice by saying. "I agree to the arrangement but there are one or two conditions."

"What conditions?" Andrea asked. "There are no need for conditions."

"You may not think so, but I want a legally binding written agreement that will give me sole custody of the baby in the event that things do not work out. That should suit everyone just fine. If Andrea stays with me as I hope she will, then she will continue to be the baby's mother. If Angela decides that she wants the baby back then she will be thwarted by the agreement."

"Darling there is no need for any of this. Don't you trust us? I love you and would never do anything to you after what you have done for me this past six months," said Andrea rising and coming over to me.

"I know that, but losing this baby would be my worst nightmare and I intend to ensure that doesn't happen. So provided you two agree to my conditions then there is nothing to discuss and you Andrea will continue as my housekeeper until you can find another job."

"Darling your fears are unfounded, I love you so much I would do nothing to hurt you. Angela's offer is so wonderful, it would give me what I have always wanted. A baby of my own. If we must sign an agreement to keep you happy then we will do it, but really it will not be necessary," Andrea replied taking my hand.

"I suggest that we take some time to digest what has been said, if you both agree then Angela can start living in my house from tomorrow," I said.

Maybe I was being paranoid about this but I felt that both of them had had some secret agreement going here. When it came to the welfare of the child all three of them might have had other ideas about what the role of the father would be.

I said, "Andrea if you would like to stay here tonight I will understand. I would really like to take you out to that inn were we first met for dinner tonight to celebrate your news today."

"That would be wonderful, I'll get my things." she said.

She kissed both her two relatives goodbye and tripped out to the car with me, waving to them from the car as we drove away.

Andrea tried to break the ice. The dear girl was confused by my determined stance on the matter.

"You do like my sister's gesture to me don't you?" She asked.

"Yes I do but I get the feeling that I am some pawn in a little game you two are playing. I wont have that, I have feelings too," I replied "Darling there is no game, any baby that comes would yours and mine, it would be a gift from my aunt to us. You don't see it that way do you?"

"Look I hardly know Angela, may be after she has spent some time under my roof I'll think differently but right now, I just want to get home and relax." I said and Andrea finally sensed my sincerity. "I'm so sorry that this has happened to spoil our relationship," she said with tears beginning to stream down her face.

I stopped the car and I put my arm around her and held her close. "Come on stop crying, I am sorry that I made you sad. Perhaps everything will work out OK. Just give me some time and some room," I said.

"I just want to go home," said Andrea. That is what we did. We had our celebration meal at home and Rachel came home from her Aunt's in time for bed. Soon we were in bed too, the day ending with the two of us holding each other close and Andrea putting her head on my shoulder and falling fast asleep.

Chapter 10 - Angela makes three

The next day Angela drove up in her white sports car and was let into the house by a prim and proper Andrea, who hugged her aunt at the door.

I was in my den, playing on my computer because of the poor weather there was not much point venturing outside.

As Andrea took her Aunt's jacket, Angela asked, "Has there been any change?"

"Yes, he has contacted his lawyer who said that such an agreement would not be possible under Scot's law. A judge in court would only decide any custody after a separation."

"A judge could decide?" She queried.

"Custody could be decided upon, if you as the legal mother gave a written undertaking that you did not want the child anymore," she added.

"Oh OK," I heard just as I stepped out.

"Good afternoon Angela. Welcome to the Grange you the found the place OK. Andrea could you make some tea please and we will all go into the lounge."

As I guided Angela into the lounge, Andrea in her 3" heels tripped back towards her kitchen. Angela took a seat on the large couch and I sat opposite her watching her as she nervously crossed her legs and tugged at her skirt hem in an abortive attempt to cover her legs. She had beautiful legs just like Andrea. Must run in the family I thought. I decided to break the ice.

"Look I am sorry, if I appeared distrustful yesterday. I hope you will see my point of view and that you gift any baby that is produced, to me as sole guardian until such time as Andrea and I can get legally married."

"Perhaps we should not have been so secretive with you, we never expected this sort of problem," she replied.

"I had never thought of anything like this when I took on Andrea so it was quite a shock," I replied. "I have no reason to doubt otherwise but if your gesture is a real one, then it is very generous. I will do everything in my power to ensure that any baby will be brought up correctly with good morals and behaviour."

Andrea joined us and sat down beside Angela and poured the tea and offered a cup to all of us.

"I have thought long enough to decide what will happen and I need to tell you both how I want this to work. There will be no opposition from either of you or Angela you might as well take Andrea home with you after she has packed."

"But," Andrea tried to interrupt.

"I'll hear what you have to say in a little while. Let me finish first please, this wont easy."

"First Angela you will stay here in Andrea's old room until the conception has taken place. Then you are free to leave for a few months or stay on as necessary, however once you start your maternity leave then you must return here to stay. Both of you will need to plan for the birth, buying clothes and accessories. For example you both could go through some of Rachel's old things to see if any are still suitable."

"That is fine with me, I would like to stay here until the baby is born and then afterwards until Andrea has become the mother," said Angela. "Though I might need to spend the odd night back home. I will let you know."

"To avoid unnecessary intercourse, I suggest that you also purchase ovulation prediction testing kits to give some indication of when you are fertile, Angela."

"I bought a kit this morning," she said smiling. "My periods are due to start any day now so we should be able to have intercourse in a couple of weeks."

Still talking to Angela I asked. "Do you have any other personal involvement with men."

"None at the moment," she replied.

"I can't believe that," I said back to her. "You are quite attractive."

"No I don't have a steady boyfriend, though I do have one or two male friends at work," she confessed

Andrea just sat and listened

"Finally I would like a written undertaking from you saying that the baby will given to me freely and that I will be his legal guardian. My lawyer will draft up the agreement. I know she is not happy with this but I want to make sure that you don't change your mind and then sue for custody. After the baby is born you will have to leave here within days of feeling well enough. Are you prepared for that?" I asked.

"Why do you insist on that?" She asked.

"Because it would show to the judge that you deserted your baby and were not a fit mother to retain custody. I know that's not true but I have to be sure. The other reason is that Andrea must bond with the baby as its new mother and I think that this course would be best."

"It seems hard and I've no doubt it will be, but I will do as you say," she said.

"Good then its settled then," I stood up and went over to Angela and shook her hand.

"Please stand both of you," I said and they both rose up onto to their heels.

"I am sorry about what I have just asked you two to go through," I said as I hugged them close. I could feel two sets of female cleavage heaving up and down beside me and I kissed them both.

"I think we can we make this work and hopefully make this fun, You Angela and you Andrea are so alike I think we will have a great time." Both kissed me back and we walked through to the dining room where Andrea had prepared a buffet supper.

"See what a very good housewife Andrea makes," I said to Angela. "She takes care of me like this all the time. I know that when she has the operation and the baby is born then we will be complete."

Rachel came downstairs and I introduced Angela to her as Andrea's sister.

After the meal, I helped Angela take her bags upstairs to the spare bedroom. Angela played with Rachel and her huge collection of Barbie dolls while I went down to speak to Andrea.

She had already cleared up and was doing the last of the dishes when I came behind her and placed my paws on her breasts. "I am sorry for this but once your operation is over, we will go to Holland to get married. Then you will join me as joint parent of our baby. OK?" I asked.

"It's more than OK it's brilliant. I have something to live for now," she replied turning towards me now and then kissing me passionately on the lips.

"I thought you would like that," I replied.

"More than you could ever imagine" she replied.

The next ten days or so flew by and Angela integrated into our routine well. She went out to work and helped Andrea with chores around the house. It was like having two wives and I wasn't married to either of them.

Then one morning I saw an ovulation test stick in the bathroom that Angela had left that morning. I saw a leaflet in the box and read it. It said that if two equal colour lines were in both windows that the female was experiencing a LH surge or the prelude to ovulation and intercourse should be undertaken with 24 hours. So tonight's the night I thought and I happily went to work.

When I got back both Andrea and Angela were busy in the kitchen preparing supper, while Rachel as usual was out with Nutmeg.

"Hi girls, that smells nice, what it is?" I asked placing my brief case down by the door as usual

"Hungarian Goulash and rice," said Angela.

"Did you have a good day at work?" asked Andrea as she came over to kiss me.

"Not bad why?" I asked after tasting her lips.

"Oh nothing do you fancy some overtime tonight?" she smiled back at me.

Trying not to let on I already knew about Angela and her test, I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well after you have had a long bath, we will have to let you do some real work," said Andrea.

"What do you mean?" I asked still pretending to be ignorant.

"If you haven't guessed by now, then I guess you will just have to wait and find out," she smiled.

"I think I can guess, some serious lovemaking tonight with us three. I am game," I replied smiling.

"Yes but we have a small surprise for you." Said Angela who looked up from the steaming goulash.

"What?" I asked.

"Can't tell you otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise would it." She replied laughing.

"I don't suppose so. Any chance of a clue?" I asked hopefully.

"No, we both think you will like it though," added Angela.

That set my mind racing what could it be? Making love to both of them at the same time would be different and fun but a surprise. I wondered what the two minxes had planned for me.

Supper was ready about half an hour later and I watched television while the girls read books and magazines until Rachel went to bed. They waited until she was asleep at 9:30 before making the first moves.

"Andrea and I would like to try a little experiment on you and we hope that you will like it enough. Andrea explained that transgendered people like her fascinated you and that you thought that you couldn't pass as a woman. Well we think that you will need to reconsider that idea after what we intend to do to you."

"What, you intend to feminise me? You are joking aren't you?" I asked both of them as they advanced towards me.

"No we want to feel your hairless skin against ours and see what you look like wearing lingerie and painted nails. You are going to have so much fun tonight and then at the end you get your relief. Hopefully I get pregnant," said Angela. "You two are really wild and crazy," I replied, "I could never have the appearance of a woman."

"Just wait and see," said Angela as they both laughed together.

"Andrea has told me that you often dressed up as a woman when you wife was alive," added Angela. "If you are going to make love to us then we want you to do it in a feminine manner."

"OK I admit I used to do some crossdressing but I always did it in private and never in front of other people. I would look ridiculous," I bleated.

"Wait until we have finished with you, then you can decide," said Andrea. "I think you will love it. Come to that I will love it seeing your feminine side."

"But." "But nothing, if you want to make love to us this evening, then it is our way or not at all," said Angela.

"Has this anything to do with my demands for the baby," I said sensing an ulterior motive.

"No we just want to make sure you come inside me tonight and in vast quantities," replied Angela.

Also sensing defeat and being outnumbered by two scheming girls, I let myself be dragged up the stairs to the master bathroom.

Like most transformations, I was first stripped of my male clothes. They then applied three tubes of hair removal cream onto my skin and rubbed that well in. While that was taking effect my moustache was first trimmed and then shaved off. They shaved off my stubble and applied stinging Eau de Cologne to my face. I never used after-shave and this was a shock to the system.

Every five minutes they would scrape some of skin with the sticks provided to see if the hair had started to come off. It took nearly 30 minutes before they were satisfied I could go into the shower. My skin was itching badly by this time.

During the time I waited for the removal cream, the girls decided make up my face with concealer and theatrical make up before eye shadow, mascara and lipstick were all applied. They finished off by attaching some plastic fake nails to my hands. They also painted my toenails red to match.

"We think you are ready now," said Angela pointing to the shower. To avoid messing my make-up they hand held the sprayer and started to wash the gooey stuff of my body.

I stood and watched all my body hair go down the drain. They finished off all the parts they had missed including my underarms with a woman's wet razor that left my body feeling completely smooth. They dried me and then they applied some perfumed talcum powder.

I just stood there with my arms down by my waist as these two wenches completed my transformation. First there was a blond, shoulder length, pageboy style, wig and then there was a pair of realistic breast forms that were placed inside an underwire bra. Coupled with my existing male chest this gave me a realistic set of breasts.

Next it was corset time and Andrea had great fun, getting me back for all the times that I had made her wear one. The corset was tightened and pulled by each girl in turn and soon I had shed 4" off my normal 34" waistline. The corset was fitted with six clips for stockings and soon they were rolling a sexy black pair up each leg. I was told to slip on Andrea's sandals which like my feet were a size eight.

I didn't then look in the mirror and see a pretty woman staring back but I saw me looking better than I had ever done in private.

"You can't be called Richard while you are like that," said Andrea.

"What can be call you?" Asked Angela.

"How about Ricki?" I suggested. "You know after that US chat show hostess that you pair usually watch when I get home."

Ricki it was and from then on and it was Ricki in private with these two maidens around.

They then produced a nightdress with lace trimming that had once belonged to my wife but she had never been worn. I was then somewhat uncertainly moved over to the master bedroom and quickly sat down on the bed.

"No you don't," said Andrea. "I want to see you walk a couple of times across the room."

So I did, rather clumsily. Andrea commented now you know what is like to be in heels all day. "It's not easy is it Ricki?" she asked.

"No," I agreed and I made my way over to bed again.

Angela patted the bedspread and I bent to take off the sandals. "You may as well leave them on for effect," said Angela.

I then slipped on to the bed and lay on my back with a girl on either side of me. I stretched my arms up and soon found them tying my wrists to stockings that had been placed there that had been tied to the headboard.

They didn't speak a word and both had obviously rehearsed what was to be done. Andrea put her leg over my chest and started to put her naked crotch into my face, my own crotch was opened by Angela and she started to fondle my private parts. I was already erect and ready but Angela just kept me waiting with strokes down the inside of my leg.

Andrea continued to press her crotch forward until her tiny penis was at my lips and I could smell that she was clean and smelled of her usual perfume.

"Open wide," she said and she slipped her limp penis into my mouth.

"Please suck me darling," she added.

I had little option as she thrust her pelvis forward while at the other end Angela continued to play with my tool and nuts. I was going crazy as she licked around my privates and even did what I was doing to Andrea.

Soon I was rewarded by Angela finally deciding to mount me and I was able to take her tight vagina onto my shaft. She worked up and down slowly at first and then faster and faster. I looked up from between Andrea's legs and could see the pair of them kiss and Angela stroking Andrea's tits. The pair of then were riding me like some horse and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop until we came.

With my mouth full, and my ears wedged between Andrea's thighs, Angela could still be heard moaning and just as I thought I would come she stopped and came towards me and replaced Andrea. Soon I was licking out her pussy while Andrea started licking my penis. I wanted to touch them but the tights around my wrist stopped any move to touch them.

This went on for what seemed like hours, the pair of them alternating and changing positions, I lost count of the times I sucked them out. I lost count of the times I gave oral sex to Angela who came again and again. All that time I was on the verge of coming but they were good at making sure that was denied me.

Finally I sensed that I would be allowed to get my reward when I felt my arms go free and I felt Angela go under me. I quickly mounted her and I felt my artificial breasts collide with hers on every down stroke. Andrea seemingly exhausted just lay back and stroked each of us.

I had reached a peak several times in this session but finally I was allowed to come and the stuff oozed out of me into Angela's pussy. I collapsed on top of her and she took my weight without murmur.

Soon I was lying on my side looking at the pair of them as they stroked each other's breasts seemingly content to ignore me for the time being. I got up and headed for the toilet and left them to it. I looked in the mirror and was greeted with a hideous sight of smeared make-up, wig all askew.

I decided that while I like being dressed up, I was the man of the house and quickly removed all traces of femininity that I could. I went back to the bed wearing just the nails that I found had been super-glued to my own nails and I couldn't get off.

When I got back I found the two of them cuddled together on Andrea's side of the bed. I got in beside them and looked at the two of them intertwined together.

I stroked their hair and fondled both sets of breasts until I too fell fast asleep. During the night Andrea came over to my side of the bed and when I awoke I found her head on my chest. Her long hair tickled my nose, making me want to sneeze.

I stroked it out of the way and noticed that my nails were still long and red and then tried to see if I could these infernal things off. I prised a couple off my left hand but the others were stuck hard.

Just then Angela got up and staggered to the bathroom to do her toilet. She didn't close the door and I could here powerful jet of urine into the bowl. She flushed the bowl and then went into the shower. Soon she was back still wet but drying off her body.

She came back into bed feeling damp and fragrant on my side of the bed and put her hand around me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Just a little after seven," she replied.

"You OK?" I asked, "did you have an orgasm last night?"

"Yes, Andrea brought me off," she whispered.

"I'm sorry I wanted to pay you back for me mine but I guess I was just couldn't stay awake when I saw you too making love."

I rose up slightly dislodging Andrea who rolled over and I said to her, "Do you mind if I pay you back now?"

"Sure what do you have in mind?" She asked back.

"I would like to suck your clitoris," I said.

So while Andrea slept on I had my head wedged firmly between Angela's thighs as she wiggled underneath me. She pounded my ears and moved under me like a woman possessed and soon she was shuddering to a climax.

"I believe in paying my debts to any woman who can make me climax," I said but I was talking to myself. As I pulled myself up the bed, I could see that Angela had gone back to sleep. I did too and I was awoken about half an hour later with the sound of Rachel using the toilet.

I pulled on the dressing gown and went downstairs to start breakfast. Making meals was something I didn't do a great deal these days. I was famished and decided to make a traditional English breakfast that would keep me going all day.

Into a large frying pan, I put a little oil and started the bacon, eggs, and tomatoes. In another pan I poured a big tin of baked beans, while I got the toaster working overtime making toast.

The kettle was soon boiling and I had Rachel's hot porridge on her plate. I decided that breakfast in bed would be nice. I am a romantic after all.

Wearing oven gloves to cover my nails, I took a tray up to Rachel first who was sitting in bed reading her latest Barbie comic when I entered and set the tray down.

She loved it but I didn't stay long as I went back to attend to the pile of food cooking downstairs.

I was soon back with two big trays for Angela and Andrea and as I opened the curtains, they both woke up with a start.

"Breakfast time girls," I said and laid their trays down over the bedspread. "You have a full English breakfast this morning, I want you to eat it all up because you need your strength especially after last night," I said smiling.

Both were obviously not used to such fare early in the morning but both agreed that it made a welcome change from muesli or cereal. I poured them tea and noticed that my nails were still firmly attached.

"Hey how do I get these things off my fingers," I said flashing them in front of Angela.

"You have to dip them in Nail polish remover until the glue softens," she said flicking her long hair out of her eyes.

I had already eaten and went back to find the remover and set about taking them off first my left hand and then my right. Sure enough much to my relief, they came off. Although I liked my red toenails, they were soon back to normal too. The only change that would take longer was for my body hair to grow back.

Soon I had showered and padded back up the stairs when I found the bed empty and the trays nowhere to be seen. I heard giggling from Angela's room and when I entered both were busy getting dressed.

"Well do you think we succeeded," I asked.

"Time will tell," said Angela, "but judging by the amount of spunk that dripped out of me this morning, I would say that there is a good chance."

"Anyway we need to do it again tonight to be sure," said Andrea.

"Hurry up and get changed, I want to buy you two a present for last night," I said. "If we go now we can miss the crush later," I added.

"I need to get some food too," said Andrea.

"Let's get cracking then, chop chop," I said.

"OK but remember that girls take longer than men to get ready." Andrea replied. I left them as they stood wearing just panties and bras.

I rushed back to my room and put on a clean pair of jeans, shirt and pullover. A pair of thick woolly socks then my shoes and I was ready. Both girls and Rachel were waiting impatiently for me as I descended the stairs.

Angela and Andrea applied their make-up in turns in front of the large mirror. They were like me dressed in jeans though Andrea's carried little check patches at the ankle and waistband. They also wore high-heeled boots with chunky 3" heels.

Rachel was also in jeans but she was always dressed that way to deal with Nutmeg. She had a ribbon in her pleated hair and looked spick and span.

First port of call was food and I led my growing band of girls into the store. I bought my usual computer magazine while both girls bought a couple of women's magazines. With them and me in full flow, the shopping basket was full to overflowing. Then it was to the clothing store and I told them I wanted to them to buy a couple of matching dresses as I wanted to take them out that night. They duly obliged and they bought a pair of satin red long length dresses.

As we swung out of the car park, instead of heading home I headed in the opposite direction. Both asked me where I was going but I just said that they would see soon enough.

Soon we were heading towards a country club. I had booked a double appointment for the two of them and both were to get the full beauty treatment at an exclusive golf club.

As I drove in they saw the signs that said golf and country club and really started to badger me about why we were going in here.

I had told Rachel earlier and she just giggled as the two of them started to get anxious about where they were going.

I finally stopped the car after a two drive up into the club and handed them two vouchers that would enable them to get the full treatment. Andrea was flushed and Angela just smiled.

"Wow. Thanks," they both said together and they then started to click their heels into the building.

I shouted back, "I'll be back here in about three hours, enjoy yourselves."

I drove off to take Rachel to my sister-in law's house. She was pleased to see me. My brother still being away on duty with the Royal Navy, she had a lonely existence when he wasn't home which was often.

She went straight to the point and asked where Andrea was and how she was coping.

"At the moment she is in beauty salon where she is being transformed in time for an evening out tonight," I said. "That leads me to ask whether you will be able to look after Rachel until tomorrow."

"Are you two getting romantically involved," she asked.

"You could say that," I replied.

"She is a bonnie girl, don't be bashful," she countered.

"I think," I started to say, "I think that we have grown quite attached to one another and I am very fond of her. She does everything I ask and more, so I can't halt performance. She is beautiful, charming, intelligent, hard working andÉ."

"OK I get the picture. You are in love?" she interrupted.

"You could say that," I replied

"Well do you intend to get married?" she asked

"We are not sure yet when that will be but it should happen. I don't want a big wedding and it might just even be abroad."

"Somewhere exotic?" She asked.

"It could be," I replied. I wasn't going to tell her too much just yet.

"You are being secretive" she stated.

"No there is nothing planned yet, I will let you know. Is it OK to leave Rachel here?" I asked.

"You know it is, Emily and Rachel get on so well, there is no problem.

Where are you going tonight?" she asked.

"I have a table booked at a re-opened restaurant not far from the Grange," I replied. "Not many people know it has re-opened so it should be a quiet meal with good service."

"Sounds romantic," she said.

"Listen when Robert comes back on leave we can go there for a foursome perhaps," I said.

"I've got go and pick her up now, see you tomorrow," I said. "And Thanks.

Bye Rachel."

"Bye Dad," she shouted from her cousin's bedroom.

I turned up at the salon about five minutes late to find both girls sitting inside in the bar having a quiet drink. Both had their backs to me and were chatting closely when I approached.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I said. "Your taxi has arrived."

Both turned around together and you could have sworn that they were sisters instead of nephew and aunt. They looked so good both had identical hairstyles, with Andrea modelling hers on her aunts. Their make-up was expertly applied and both sported extra long red nails. Andrea's eyebrows looked shapelier.

God I loved them both. It would be difficult to kick Angela out when the baby was born. They finished their drinks quickly and every male head in the place turned to watch me walk out the door with these two shapely blondes hanging on my arms. I was in heaven.

We drove home and there in the doorway was a letter for Andrea from the Hospital. With her knife like nails, the envelope was sliced open and she quickly read it.

She jumped in the air with delight when she had finished. "I have an appointment on Wednesday," she said. "At 9:30 with the consultant surgeon."

"The letter explains that they had a cancellation and asks me to let them know if I can't make it at that time. They have got to be kidding I'll be there," she said.

"Right," I said, "I want you two to go upstairs and get ready for this evening.

Put on your new dresses and I'll put away all this shopping."

They quickly went upstairs. I could hear shouts and giggling as they got ready. I packed everything away and then went upstairs to get ready myself. I pulled out my best double breasted suit and shoes and started to get dressed as two lovely ladies went flitting by every so often.

Soon I was ready and went downstairs first to put on my tie and polish my shoes. Angela came down next and she did a twirl for me as she came into the kitchen. I held her hand and looked her over, the dress came to just above her ankles and her ankles were well supported by matching red 3" heels.

A little later Andrea came down and then hitched up her dress and asked me if her seams were straight.

"They look fine to me," I said.

"Are you sure?" she asked flattening her dress back down.

"I'm sure," I replied, my pulse racing.

My attention was drawn to the heels she was wearing. They were incredible 4" heels with a platform sole. The tight figure hugging dress took my breath away.

I came up to her and put my arms around her and found that she was laced tight.

"What's this," I asked. "I thought you didn't like these things."

"The dress wouldn't fit without it and besides I know what it does for you and you need to be able to impregnate Angela tonight," she said.

I was becoming erect at the thought of that tight corset fitted with four garter straps holding up each nylon stocking.

"Could you zip me up please darling, I can't reach it?" she asked and turned around and I soon pulled the zip up and tucked it inside the flap in the rear of the dress, kissing her neck as I did so.

"You look radiant," I said to the pair of them. "There are going to be a lot of jealous guys around when I walk in with you two." "Before we go, I have something else for you both," I said. I took out two boxes and pinned a matching pair of gold swan brooches to their chests.

"You are sweet, "said Angela and she kissed me hard on the lips. "Now I know what Andrea sees in you," she said as she went back to repair her lipstick.

"What does she see in me?" I asked her.

"Oh that you are inconsiderate, don't respect women, always beating them and treat them like dirt," she said smacking her lips to re-distribute the deep red colour evenly.

"Very funny," I said

"Of course not, you are anything but that," Said Andrea backing me up.

I helped them with their coats and we headed towards the car. It is times like this that I was glad I owned a Land Rover because, I was going to enjoy the sight of two elegantly dressed ladies trying to get into the vehicle.

Although fitted with side steps, I knew these long tight dresses would cause them problems. I was going to enjoy this.

Andrea made a line for the front passenger seat while Angela had little option but to take up position behind me. Andrea opened the door and sat down on the seat. Then quite carefully she lifted her legs up and into the car, she slid over in the seat as she placed her shoes down. She clipped her seat belt on and it ran across the middle of her cleavage.

I closed the door and went round to help Angela who obviously going to find this more difficult because of the limited legroom. She hitched the dress up as high as she could and tried to place one leg inside but the car's height prevented her putting her foot on the floor. It was obvious that she couldn't even reach the side runner let alone the carpeted floor.

"Hold on to me Angela," I said and I helped her into the car. She pushed hard on my shoulder and heaved herself up and in."

"Thanks," she said quite breathless."

"It's OK," I said. "I like to know I have my uses."

Both smiled and we set off for our first appointment at the theatre. I hadn't been near a theatre since my wife died and the play; a comedy was highly entertaining. I looked over at both of them beside me and they were spreading those juicy lips regularly with laughter.

At the interval, they trooped off to the lady's room while I bought a round of drinks in the bar. Because of my driving duties, dutifully I bought a coke for me and two glasses of white wine for the ladies and secured a table.

They soon emerged with Andrea holding the hem of her longer skirt to prevent her tripping in those stilt like heels. They both sat down and took a long drink from their glasses.

Angela broke the quiet by saying that Andrea had just made her first visit to a lady's toilet and found it a daunting experience.

"I had to wait for ages until there was a cubicle free. In the old days, I would just go in and do it," she said. "All the women were having to cross their legs. When I finally did get in I had to try and get this dress up past my waist and it was difficult. Then I had to get my panties down. I was nearly peeing myself when I sat down," she smiled.

"Well its nobody's fault but your own," I said. "Nobody forced you to become a woman, but I'll bet you wouldn't want to change back to being a man would you?"

Before she could say anything, I said, "I'll be right back."

I left the two of them perched on the two bar stools at the high table I secured next to the bar, as I had spotted an old friend. He was with a female friend and I soon dragged them over to our table.

I introduced Angela and Andrea to both David and Jackie who did a double take.

"What's this you old devil? Your wife dies and then a few months later you are found in the company of two gorgeous women," said David.

"My wife always told me that I should continue living as before, I still love her memory," I replied.

"Can I get you both a drink?" I asked.

"Yes please, I'll have a beer and Jane here will have a white wine."

Jane had taken my seat between Andrea and Angela. Soon the three girls started chatting and all three looked at me from time to time. I had to wonder what they were saying when I stood at the bar ordering their drinks. The crush at the bar was tight and it took nearly 10 minutes to get served.

I could see all three girls chatting with David and then there was the announcement that the second half was due to start in five minutes time. Great I thought, I could be over there beside everybody but instead I am trying to buy a drink for people I haven't seen since my wife died. The announcement though suddenly made a few people go back to their seats and I was finally able to get served.

I bounded over and apologised for the wait and with my diet coke offered everyone good health.

Jackie started on me though. "Angela and Andrea tell me they live with you."

"Yes that's right, Andrea is my housekeeper and Rachel's governess while Angela here is staying with us for a few weeks until she can find somewhere better to stay." I replied.

"They look so alike, like sisters instead of niece and aunt."

"Yes I know it's uncanny," I replied taking another sip from my now flat glass of coke.

"Can we drop by again, now you are back on your feet," she asked.

"Sure anytime, come on we had better get back to our seats," I said and waited dutifully as the girls minced back towards the steps down to our balcony seats. I helped them down the steep stairs again and they took up the same positions as before.

I placed my hand on Angela's leg and took Andrea's hand in mine and kissed it. Both girls reciprocated by squeezing my hands back. Angela intertwining her fingers with mine and taking it back to her chest. Andrea looking over did the same.

Soon the stage comedy had us rolling about laughing and I was in a very happy mood when we left the theatre to go for our dinner.

"I don't know about you two," I said, "but I am famished."

"Yes after that entertainment a candlelit dinner for three would be nice," said Angela laughing.

I soon had them loaded back into the car only this time it was Andrea I had to help into the back seat. I smiled at her efforts but she was still graceful for all that.

After the noise and bustle of the theatre, the restaurant was quiet and peaceful and as I had hoped we were just one of three parties in the restaurant that night.

We took a seat near a roaring log fire and then ordered our meal. It was after ten, so I knew that the service would be brisk as the staff tried to clear the place so that they could get home.

The girls ordered and I bought another round of drinks. "Well how are we going to spend our night, tonight?" I asked after the waitress had gone.

"You will find out soon enough, but we think you will like it. We intend to milk you slowly tonight and we won't waste a drop," said Angela. God I would be sad if and when she left.

"I'll just have to be patient then?" I asked feeling my growing erection in my trousers.

"No clues?" I asked.

"No clues, though don't be surprised if you get to express your feminine side again," said Andrea.

We carried on like this for some time before the first course of the meal arrived. I was really hungry and tucked into my dinner. I had a juicy steak, the first for several months under Andrea's dieting regime and loved every bite.

The girls dutifully had chicken cooked in a rich wine sauce on my recommendation. Soon we were scoffing back some coffee and mints. I asked what their plans were for the next day and both were keen to visit a nearby horse show in the morning.

"OK I'll get up early and go fetch Rachel and her cousin, I'm sure that they would love that," I said.

We drove back, me deliberately staying quiet and the girls thanking me for a lovely evening. I thanked them in turn when they dismounted from the car with lingering kiss at the door. Both responded in kind and we all three marched to the back door of the house. The sensor light came on as we approached and I soon let us in.

"I'll be up in a moment," I said.

Both looked at me but I bet that they would be keen to get out of their outfits.

I left both of them to shuffle up the stairs.

I telephoned my sister in law to enquire about Rachel and she told me that Rachel had gone to bed OK and was fast asleep by 9:30 as usual. I told her I would be around early to pick her and Emily up to go to a Horse Show. I would see her soon.

I went to the fridge and picked up the bottle of Moet and Chandon champagne I had placed there to chill earlier. I collected three champagne flutes from the glass cabinet and then headed upstairs with the bottle in a ice bucket and the three glasses on a tray.

I headed up the stairs and charged into the bedroom.

"Ta ra, anybody for champers?" I asked before I noticed the room was empty save for Archie the cat who usually slept on the rocking chair.

Just as I was about to shout hello, there was a shout of "Got you," as the girls came up behind and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I felt one of them take the tray and they led me over to the bed.

The pair then proceeded to slowly strip me of my suit and clothes and when I was completely naked they started to massage some fragrant body oils over my still hairless body. They went everywhere, and left me moaning and breathing hard. The smell was very sweet and perfumed. They teased and fondled my genitals and then they dragged me downstairs and pushed me into the shower.

I pulled up the blindfold and saw that both were dressed in Andrea's corsets, complete with seamed stockings and heels. Their hair was down now and they shouted, "no peeking."

I was led out and towelled dry and then taken by the hand was led upstairs to the spare bedroom. They made me stand and sure enough I felt the corset going around my waist. They gave me some of the champagne to drink and it was suspicious that neither girl drank what was an excellent vintage.

"This time we will be tying it as tight as we can so breathe deeply," said Angela. I tried to catch my breath as they continued to work the laces. "Put your arms up," Angela said before she tied off the laces. "Perfect 28 inches," she declared.

I dropped my arms and declared that I could hardly breathe. "Take lots of shallow breaths then," said Andrea.

I could feel some something wet being applied to my chest area around my nipples and assumed that it was some more hair removal cream, especially when I was told to stand still. After about five minutes something soft and spongy was pressed against my chest and I felt some extra weight when the hand was removed. I knew what had just happened but I couldn't believe it, they had given me a pair of prosthetic breasts.

"Now that you have breasts you had better wear one of these," said Andrea and I could feel the straps being pulled up both arms and the cups sitting over my spongy breast forms. They clipped it in the back and immediately felt the constriction on my rib cage. They put my hands in handcuffs behind my back.

"That's to stop you fondling your breasts to much until they have had a chance to dry," whispered Angela into my right ear. "We have noticed how you like to fondle breasts and we want to stop you doing that to yourself."

Meanwhile around my corset something metallic was being attached and I heard a click as it enclosed my waist.

I smiled and said, "What are you two up to now?"

"Oh nothing," said Andrea.

I felt their long nails on my penis and then I felt a cold spray on the tip. They pushed something over it but I couldn't feel it and it suddenly felt numb. There was another couple of metallic clicks and I began to panic what had they done.

They weren't finished yet though as up each leg were attached some stockings, I learned they were seamed after the comment. "Are they straight?" Was overheard.

"Yes they are fine," was Andrea's comment.

What was next I wondered? I didn't have long to wait as first one foot and then the other was lifted and placed into buckled high heel shoes. I felt like I was standing on the end of a cliff on tip toe.

"That should slow her down a little," said Andrea

They led me over to the bed and asked me to sit. A silky smooth but tight underskirt was inched my legs and that was followed by a silky feeling dress.

"Obviously we have to undo your cuffs now, we want your promise not to remove the blindfold." Andrea said.

"You have it," I told them but before I could move, my wrists were forced down the dress sleeves and the back of the dress fastened up and the cuffs replaced.

"Hey, don't you trust me," I asked.

"No," Was the reply.

I stood up and they smoothed the tight dress around my legs, I could hardly walk and the heels were beginning to hurt my calf muscles. This felt very erotic and the constrictions were inducing me to wonder why my penis wasn't becoming erect.

A long dark wig was placed on my head and it was attached with a little adhesive to my forehead. Next they sprayed my ears with the stuff used on my privates and I didn't feel a thing when they pierced my ears in each earlobe.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I thought that would have been obvious, you are becoming our new girl friend," said Angela.

"I am a man," I said.

"Not any more, you're not, we control you now," said Andrea as she removed the blindfold.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Simple you are wearing a chastity belt, you will not be getting any more thoughts of relief for a while," she added.

"So that's what you did," I said as I saw no bulge under the tight red dress.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"This," she said and a ball gag was forced into my mouth. The ball was then covered by a leather strap and buckled in place with four buckles and I could make nothing but gurgling sounds from then on.

"Last night you were able to get those plastic nails off so easily that we thought we would give you a tougher challenge. We bought an extra set at the nail parlour today just for you," said Angela.

"These are put on using a special epoxy adhesive and can't come off with nail polisher remover," she said as Andrea grabbed my first finger.

"Relax Ricki, enjoy your transformation you are going to become our third sister. I am going to do with you what I did with Andrea five years ago and turn you into a beautiful woman," Angela said.

I tried to speak but it was useless, they continued to match the nails to my own and applied a thin smear of the adhesive to both my own fingernails and my new false nails. It didn't take long to get the first hand done and I soon had one-inch long nails on each finger.

"Relax Ricki," she said, "now lets get your other hand done."

I tried to resist but I was outnumbered and besides I was quite turned on by what was happening. Forced feminisation was among my top fantasies but I never dreamed it would be like this.

When she was satisfied that the adhesive was cured, she painted my nails with three thin coats of red polish. God how was I going to go and get Rachel tomorrow.

When the polish was dry they released my hands and pulled me upright and then led me through to the master bedroom. I had to take very small steps because of the heels and dress but they soon had me seated in front of the dressing room mirror. I took one look at my image and reckoned that they were succeeding.

The mouth gag looked erotic and it seemed excessive.

I heard another champagne cork go pop and the girls taking some refreshment.

"Too bad," said Angela "that you won't be able to sample this champagne."

"Mppph," I said. Then I thought if my cock was imprisoned how would I be able to give Angela a baby. Then it dawned upon me that that wasn't the plan all along and they really did want to feminise me.

"Too bad Ricki, we will leave you some but by then you should not want to do any celebrating."

"Since your cock is useless now, your job will be to please us in other ways. You will learn to use your mouth and to use a dildo but for now your mouth will be our tool and our toilet."

They set me back on the bed and tied my arms to the same nylon stockings as before. I was pinned down and they started to undo my gag. The gag was removed and I was able to get my first breath but not before Angela bore down on my face with her crotch.

She ground into my face, saying "eat me baby, eat me baby, that is so good, you are going to be an expert when you are finished."

Soon she was finished and Andrea took her place, I sucked her tiny dick and gave her, her first orgasm for many months. It was dry though with no ejaculate emerging from her tiny penis. Her response was just like a woman's.

My cock tried to get erect now that the spray had worn off but the metal tube prevented any movement. This was torment but worse was to come.

Angela now recovered from her reverie approached my face with a syringe.

"Do you know what is in here?" she asked.

"No," I shook my head too.

"Hormones, lovely female ones, hormones that can change a man into a whimpering submissive female and do you know what? They are all for you." She spoke with a hint of madness in her eyes.

"Why?" I asked back suddenly scared at her venom

"Because we want you to experience life as a woman and once this injection is over you will never want to or be able to change back."

"No," I shouted, "it was only a fantasy"

Chapter 11 - The end of a nightmare.

I awoke, it seemed as usual to the sound of the dog barking to the postman's delivery van as it roared away down the drive. I looked down at myself and found that I was dressed and positioned differently to what I had expected. I wore my usual pyjamas and Andrea was sleeping soundly with her back to mine.

Had this been some kind of dream? I looked at my hand and could see no trace of polish or the long nails that had been attached. I looked down and found that my penis was free and unrestrained.

It must have been some kind of dream. But what a dream, I had never experienced anything like that before. I tried to cast my mind back and remember everything that had happened. I couldn't remember very much, my mouth tasted revolting and I smelt awful.

Then I noticed that my penis hurt a little. It seemed a little tender. however the needs of nature came first and I definitely needed to visit the little boy's room. My bladder was full to overflowing and it would happen soon if I didn't move.

I got out of bed and felt a little unsteady as I walked towards the ensuite bathroom. I felt tired, sat down and let go. I then started a shower and felt the relief as the hot spray bounced off my body. I noticed that my body hair was still all there and that my toenails were not painted. I brushed my teeth to get rid of that foul taste and pulled my foreskin back made sure I was clean there too.

After finishing with my towel I took my electric razor and gave my stubble a scrape. I was me, there had been no transformation into a TS slut as I had imagined. What was going on here?

I padded back to the bedroom and got back under the covers and saw that Andrea was still asleep. I reached over and kissed her on the cheek and she awoke with a big smile on her face.

"Hi lover," she said. "That was some night last night. I reckon you must have made love to Angela at least twice and gave me a great time too."

"I don't believe this," I cried. "Why did I dream that you two were going to turn me into a T-girl?"

"Ah I think I have a little explanation for that," she said. "Knowing you, you won't feel at all happy about what I am about to tell you."

"What?" I said suddenly thinking something untoward was going on. I was proved right when she announced that Angela had slipped a tablet into my champagne.

"After that went into your system, you didn't know where you were. I think you enjoyed the experience though because you exploded inside Angela just shortly after," She explained

"I did what?" I asked incredulously. "I did nothing of the kind, did I?"

I did think though that she was right and I had indeed been through the mill last night with first the drug and then a sexy night with two girls.

"What did you give me?" I asked.

"I don't think you want to know," she replied.

"Yes I do and why did you two do that me," I said.

"Well we gave you too much of a drug called ecstasy and the reason was simple we wanted to make sure that Angela would conceive. Her ovulation test had indicated that she was ready. We just had to make sure that you would be ready too. In the event we succeeded."

"So you blow my mind, take my sperm and just leave it that. Didn't you two schemers take my feelings into consideration in all this," I replied suddenly very angry.

"No we didn't expect you take the reaction you took to the drug," she replied looking very sexy in her baby doll night dress. "I regret very much what happened last night after you had come inside Angela I was very worried about you, so I quickly got you changed back into your male clothes."

"That was considerate of you," I replied sarcastically.

"Look Richard, I didn't know it was going to end up like it did last night, the real culprit is Angela, she really wanted to have you last night. I think that she really loves you," said Andrea somewhat upset.

"That may be so but what you did last night was completely unnecessary and what's more that drug you gave me could have killed me." I stated remembering press reports about youngsters dying after taking ecstasy.

At that point I got up and without another word I got dressed. I checked the time and phoned my sister-in-law to say that something had come up and would she hold to Rachel for me until I came over in the afternoon. I explained that a job interview had suddenly come up. I also went in search of Angela and I couldn't find her. Her bed looked as though it had not been slept in all night and some of her clothes were missing as was a small suitcase.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Andrea fastening her bra behind her back. I went over to her and asked where Angela was but before I could get an answer I noticed that she was crying and she turned and buried her head into my shoulder.

"I am so sorry Richard, please forgive me," she cried.

"It's OK," I replied. "It's OK. Come on now cheer up. I can't stand women who cry."

I lifted her chin and looked down into her glistening wet eyes. She opened her mouth and started to speak but I silenced her lush lipstick covered lips with a long lingering kiss.

She soon responded and inserted her tongue into my mouth. I had always liked that when my wife did it to me but Andrea's ability was wild. I found myself taking the two of us back to the bed again as we continued our embrace.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered.

She suddenly cheered up and giggled, "I know."

We continued necking and kissing. I fondled her breasts and realised that she was responding to my touch. Her nipples hardened and lengthened as I continued sucking on them and I could hear her moaning.

We continued our intimate contact and suddenly she shuddered and shook.

I looked down and could see a clear watery liquid emerge from her now shrivelled penis. "What happened Andrea?" I asked.

"I think I have just had an orgasm," she moaned back at me. "It's the first one I have had for a long time. It felt wonderful."

"Yes but you didn't touch your little clit, honey and yet you came," I replied.

"I know it was like I had a hot flush from within me. Your stimulation was incredible," she answered.

"Well that must be good to know. Now when you have your operation, you know that you can still have an orgasm. I can't wait to take you now," I whispered in her ear.

"You can take me in the rear again, if you want," she answered handing me a packet of condoms.

I slipped one on and she grabbed it hard and teased me with her long nails. She turned over and I then knew that anal intercourse was for desert. I had fond memories of our first time and so had she obviously.

"Andrea, you don't need to do this you know," I said.

"I know but I what you to take me now. I want to show how much you mean to me," she answered breathlessly.

I knew what this meant to her and I was determined to be gentle. I gave my rampant rod a liberal coating of lubricant and brought my penis up to her rear. She pulled her pert little cheeks apart with her hands and I could see the opening.

I pushed slightly and after some effort I managed to get my gleans past her opening. She was very tight. I could feel the pressure of her opening on the top of my shaft.

She pushed her bottom up to meet my thrust and I found myself embedded in her rear. I heard her gasp slightly as she took my erection and then she dropped her rear back down again.

I pulled back and then inserted again. She again gasped and I felt myself sink right into the hilt. My balls hitting her rounded cheeks.

"Faster, do it faster," she cried.

"How does it feel?" I asked still concerned for my new love.

"Like the way it should be between us, "she replied breathless.

"Yes but good or bad, I will stop if you think it is bad," I answered in between kisses.

"It is just so good," she then said.

I did my best to oblige to obey her original command and started to pump into her opening. As I did so, the motion got easier with Andrea relaxing somewhat more as the love making went on. I would stop for a pause and she would urge me on.

"Please don't stop. Come inside me darling, please come inside me. Then I know you really love me," she urged me.

I needed no second bidding and continued my efforts. Soon I found that I was coming. I continued as best I could to fondle and kiss her but I was soon past caring as a tremendous wave of pleasure swept over me.

I exploded inside her and she sensed it immediately by turning towards me and kissing me hard in the mouth. I could feel her lipstick smearing grease and colour onto my own lips.

If I doubted it before, I didn't now. Andrea and I were in love.

I pulled out and noticed no redness or blood marks, so her rectum was undamaged and she helped me to remove the two shit stained condoms.

We went for a shower and soaped each other up. We kissed and cuddled under the hot water until it went cold. She threw me a towel and padded upstairs on her tiptoes.

I watched fascinated as female shaped buttocks wobbled as she moved up each stair. I followed her closely and gave her a playful slap across her rear.

"Oih, watch it buster," she cried as the slap pain connected with her brain. She smiled and pulled me towards her. "Come on take me to lunch," she laughed. "Take me to that restaurant near the river," she continued.

"Oh yes would could go back there" I answered starting to find her some lingerie I thought she should wear.

"Here put these on," I said handing her a suspender belt and matching panties. The bra, I found shortly later. It was an underwire affair with three hooks in the back.

"Oh I don't like the bra, Richard it cuts into me," she replied.

"Maybe so you will just have to get used to it," I said.

"Yes but you don't have to wear them do you?" she turned looking serious.

"I have worn them remember," I countered.

"OK then help me with the hooks," she pulled it over her shoulders and held it as I hooked it up. I helped adjust the cups on her breasts and she seemed content. She quickly slipped on a full length underskirt.

Stockings and shoes followed. Sensible shoes with a two inch heel. Her skirt was long and straight with a small slit in the rear while she donned a wine coloured chenille sweater with a thick polo neck. She brushed her long hair and then did a quick touch up on her make up. She was ready to go and I was happy to show her off once again.

We had a marvellous lunch and walked along the banks of the river afterwards holding hands and chatting about the future.

"You know your appointment with the surgeon is just two days away," I said slipping my arm around her waist.

"I know I think about it constantly," she said looking strained.

"What will happen?" I asked.

"I think that he will want to give me a full examination and ensure that he has sufficient material to work with," replied Andrea. "He will also explain the procedure and hopefully give me a date for surgery."

"Well lets keep our fingers crossed." Changing the subject and pointing to a kiosk, "why don't you phone Angela and find out how she is."

Somewhat nervously she agreed and she found that her aunt was indeed back home with Andrea's mother. "She doesn't want to speak to you and she seems quite upset with our little game last night."

"She's upset!" I cried. "Tell her not to be silly and to get her butt back to the house. We are going out tonight and I need a baby sitter."

Andrea smiled as she looked at me start to laugh. Soon she had announced that Angela would be back within a couple of hours.

Andrea was looking tired and we headed back to the car. We drove back and headed for the lounge. She read her women's magazines which seemed to be everywhere and I picked up the morning Scotsman.

Shortly I looked at the clock and announced that we should consider retrieving Rachel. When we got back, Angela's little car was parked in it's usual place and she sat waiting patiently by the back door. I opened it up and she came in looking all serious and concerned.

She could see that I wasn't angry and I eased the situation by asking to make three coffees as Rachel bounded up the stairs to get changed. We headed back to the lounge.

"I know you know what you did last night was wrong, very wrong," I said.

Angela looked at her high heeled sandals unhappy. "Yes she said, "I am sorry."

"So you should be Angela and you Andrea. If this relationship is to work there will have to be a better understanding and more trust between us. If there isn't trust then we might as well send you two back to Andrea's mother's house.

Both girls looked concerned thinking that I was going to read the riot act but I was just happy to scare them out of the complacency that existed. Otherwise they might think that I was an easy pushover.

Pretty soon, we had all eaten and Angela was left in charge of putting Rachel to bed. I felt slightly anxious at leaving her in charge of my daughter and the house but I extracted a promise out of her that she seemed content to keep.

"Any more shenanigans and you are both out," I said hoping the message got through.

Andrea and I went out that night and enjoyed ourselves at the movies. I fiddled with Andrea's hair as she opened the fly on my trousers. She took out my member and played with it in her long nailed hands. She would pull it and stroke it as the film got hotter and hotter. She was getting turned on by what she was doing and what was happening in the film. She scraped her long nails against the head and in turn leaned her sweet smelling long hair into my shoulder.

Fortunately we had one of those double seats and there was no restriction on what could happen. One way or another we didn't see much of the film after that.

We stopped at a takeaway for a couple of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets and on the way back though I stopped the car in a lay-by.

We ate in silence and then I asked. "So Wednesday is big day. Do you think it will happen soon? Your operation I mean."

"I don't know darling, I am trying to keep my mind blank about that. I have had so much disappointment in the past. It would be good to get some idea though," she smiled.

"Yes I know but don't you wonder what it will be like making love as a woman for the first time?" I asked wondering what it would be like myself.

"That's not the main reason for the operation, by having it removed, I will feel complete. Like I should be," she replied pointing to the centre of her short skirt.

"Come on lets go for a walk, it is a lovely evening," I said and I helped her out of the car.

She opened her purse and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered one to me, "want one?"

"No thanks, I don't smoke," I replied. "I don't think that you should either."

"I don't smoke all that much, I do like to have one just after I have eaten though," she replied. Seconds later she was taking the first puff with the long cigarette lodged within the tips of her first and second fingers.

"Hold it right there," I asked and went back to the car to pick up my camera.

She stood wavering slightly against the warm breeze with her tight skirt and heels. One left arm folded under her breasts while her left hand supported her right elbow. Her right arm was vertical and her wrist was bent back and ended with that long cigarette. I took some photographs while she smiled and posed in provocatively. She would pull on that cigarette in a long and sensual manner.

"Come on lets go for a walk," I said taking her hand. "I want to show you something."

"I cant go far in these heels," she replied as she minced alongside me.

"It wont be far, I promise."

I had taken a bag out of the car that contained a travel rug and we soon found a quiet spot that was just right. I spread the rug and helped her sit down. She kneeled in front of me and sat back with her buttocks resting on her ankles. I was about to sit too but she beat me to it by slowly lowering my zip in my trousers.

She pulled out my cock and started to tease me again.

"I want you to insert that into my mouth," she said looking up at me. I grabbed her head and brought her face towards my crotch. I opened her lips and pushed my way in and then withdrew. I really didn't like what I was doing by pushing my penis into her face but the feeling was incredible. She played with my shaft using her tongue and I watched as she took it all into her mouth.

I went weak at the knees and could feel the pressure build up. I started to come but she pulled away sensing my urgent need to come.

"What's wrong?" I asked with some frustration.

"Nothing I like to tease," she replied.

"You are a tease," I said as she popped it back into my mouth.

In no time at all I was spent and she had swallowed it all.

"Did you like the taste?" I asked.

"It's OK it tastes salty," she replied. "Now it's your turn."

We exchanged places. Her limp penis was tiny compared to mine. I hesitated slightly but sucked on it hard like a child licking an ice cream cone. She smelled fragrant. I could smell her jasmine perfume. Her pubic hair was missing and she was becoming excited as she moved about on her spike heels. She was becoming unsteady and I could sense that she was not short of an orgasm.

She became slightly more erect and started moaning. I continued to give her oral stimulation until she said. "I can't stand anymore. I have to lie down please darling."

I helped her down and she lay on her back on the rug. I pulled her panties and panty hose down to her ankles and then removed her heels before taking them off.

I got back on with the job and sucked her into my mouth. All of a sudden I was surprised when a leg came over and held me tight. She clamped her thighs around my head and squeezed hard. My air supply was restricted as her pubic bone was squashing my nose while my mouth was obviously tightly sealed around her little clitoris.

I came up for breath a few times and each time Andrea would tighten her clam like grip on my head. I could hear her moan despite her thighs being clamped over my ears.

I felt like I was dying of suffocation when suddenly she shook violently. She shuddered again and then stopped, immediately relaxing her grip on my head. She rolled on to her back all relaxed. I gasped for air and pulled myself up towards her face.

Smiling I asked, "I hoped you liked that."

She didn't answer, I could see in the faint light, her eyes moving backwards and forwards under her painted eyelids. Her long mascara covered eyelashes were firmly shut.

"What?" She said suddenly coming out of her afterglow of orgasm.

I reached forward and kissed her now smudged lips and she inserted her tongue into mine. She probed and kissed repeatedly until I could feel my lips go numb. I lifted her up and we cuddled.

"Nobody has ever done that to me before," she started talking suddenly.

"What?" I asked

"Give me an orgasm silly," she smiled.

"The first of many I hope," I replied.

"I hope so too," she answered snuggling her head into my chest.

"Glad we are on the same wavelength," I replied as we started homeward. As we walked back to the car, I could hear her heels click on the pavement and every so often we would stop and kiss some more.

Soon we were back home to find Angela in bed asleep. I checked Rachel and found her cuddling the cat who had found its way under her warm bedclothes.

Chapter 12 - The surgery

The next day Andrea was understandably uptight and anxious, but on the day of her appointment she was radiant. Her make-up carefully applied I took her to the hospital after dropping Rachel at school.

The interview with the surgeon went quite well and he gave her a full physical examination. "Your penis is quite small, I would ask you to keep stretching it as often as possible. The longer it is the better," he said

"I will try and get this over for you as quickly as possible," he said. "If I get a theatre cancellation would you be prepared to come in immediately."

She looked at me and then at him, "sooner than that."

"OK then it is settled, my secretary will send you a date for your surgery but I must warn you it will take a few weeks or even months before it happens."

"I realise that," she said.

"I could take you privately but that would cost you a small fortune," he said.

"How much?" I asked and then asked how long the waiting list was.

"The waiting is list is about 12 weeks now but as I say we could take Andrea sooner if we get a cancellation. The cost of going privately would be upwards of £10,000 and again it would take a few weeks to arrange. The results are just the same. It all depends how impatient you want to be," he ended looking at both of us.

Andrea looked lovely and smiled, "obviously I would like to have it over but I have waited this long I think I can wait a little longer."

My bank balance secretly breathed a sigh of relief as she left the out-patient department. We went to the nearby Botanic Gardens and walked among the exotic plants on display in the warm green houses.

"You are not too unhappy," I said breaking the ice first.

"No after the other night, I want to make love like that again a few more times before the surgery. It might never be as good as that, I know that you really love and care for me, so I will cope," she smiled.

"OK Good girl, come on let's go for a walk," I said

She needed no second bidding and I grasped her hand as we started our stroll. We passed a few people sitting and feeding the squirrels and they smiled as we passed. No one could detect that we weren't just some other happy couple. She wore my ring and she was all I could hope for. I could live my transgendered feelings through her. She in her turn was happy to share them with me.

We continued strolling when suddenly I cried, "Come on lets go, I want to buy you something."

"What?" She asked.

"That would spoil the surprise," I said. "Come on let's celebrate."

She was supremely happy and we went to a large mall on the west of the town. On the way, I said. "I think that you need some new clothes for winter and I certainly do, so come on let's shop till we drop."

That's what we did. She dragged me into several fashion shops I had never been into before. One thing about Andrea she had the figure to wear exciting and fashionable clothes. It was hard to decide what should stay on the rack as she tried on skirts and dresses. I drew the line at some slacks that she wanted to buy but I was happy to buy her happiness.

Unlike most women, Andrea wasn't happy unless she wore the highest heels and the pair that she bought even took my breath away. They had a six inch spiked heel with a two inch thick platform sole. They were black with clear plastic straps at the ankle and over the toes. She tried them on and I could see her blue painted toenails peeking through her stockings.

The effect of these shoes was quite incredible as she lifted herself to my level.

"What are these for," I asked as the girl wrapped them back in their box.

"For tonight," she said, "we are going to party. Now I need a new dress to go with them."

A few doors along after I had bought a couple of pairs of Dockers, she found what she was looking for. It was black and fitted with coloured sequins of all colours. It had a thin shoulder strap arrangement that criss crossed her back. It went to below her feet in length as she stood in her stocking soles. Her new shoes were fitted and it was just perfect. It was also a tight fit and had several buttons in the rear to give a larger or smaller degree of split to make walking easier or in my opinion sexier.

She waddled towards me in the changing area with her arms at her side despite the threat of losing her footing. Fortunately we were in a deserted shop and she moved with a grace that I found to be cat like and elegant.

We went home and had supper before going out to party. Like most Scots I am sure that I can be dour and unenterprising but that night was the best I had ever spent in my life. We let ourselves go and we danced the night away. Who wouldn't we were a man and a woman and we were very deeply in love.

Chapter 13 - Telephone Calls

After that night, the routine at the house settled down. I had two young fillies to look after me and I milked it to my advantage. My daughter Rachel was friendly with both of them and Angela was certainly living up to her name.

All three of us still had wild nights in bed together, but in deference to Angela's pregnancy they were not as wild as they could or might have been.

Time marched slowly on and I could sense Andrea's frustration. Angela and I would try to get her to do things that perhaps she would normally jump at. This waiting was beginning to take its toll.

We thought that nothing would happen until one day just ten weeks after our appointment with surgeon. It was Angela who took the call and who called us into action. I drove up from work for lunch to find out that they were getting ready to do the operation that afternoon.

"It seems the girl they were going to operate on has just died and they decided that since the surgical team was available, they would call Andrea in instead," explained Angela.

Andrea looked calm and collected. She had a bag packed for weeks and it was ready by her side. I phoned in to say I wouldn't be in that afternoon and packed some snacks and drinks for Angela and myself. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and we headed out to the hospital.

By 1:30 Andrea had been admitted to the ward and had been given her pre-med injection to calm her down. She looked quite lovely as she went to meet her surgeon. Her long hair was tied up inside her theatre cap and her gown was carefully tied up. We held her hands as she went to the theatre.

Nearly three hours later and we were relieved to see her in the recovery room. She looked groggy and pale but otherwise OK. She had a drip in her arm and it was obvious she was in no pain.

Angela as her aunt and next of kin was allowed in to see her and she reported that Andrea was in a little pain but otherwise OK. After about an hour in recovery, Andrea was wheeled into a side ward where she was transferred into her bed. She continued sleeping and we were advised to get some fresh air or something to eat.

After an hour we returned to find Andrea alert and awake. She looked radiant with her long hair all brushed and her make-up on. As usual her long nails were decked with several layers of bright red polish to match her lips.

"You look much better," I said. "How do you feel?"

"OK, I feel a little stiff, but no pain," she croaked obviously the effect of the gas tube that had been inside her throat. "I'm just glad it's over. I have made my dream come true," she said slowly.

I held her hand and kissed her lips tenderly. Angela also kissed her just as a nurse came in saying. "I think that she should be allowed to get some rest now. Come back in the morning, she will be fine now."

We kissed again and said our goodbyes. On the way home I picked up Rachel from my in-laws who was very happy to see me. We went home and put Rachel to bed. Angela and I talked for hours.

I was just about to go to bed when the phone rang.

"Can I speak to Richard Mitchell or Angela Cole?" Asked a shrill female voice.

"This is Richard Mitchell speaking. Is anything wrong?" I asked knowing full well they didn't ring at this time of the morning unless something was wrong.

"Yes I am afraid Andrea Cole past away this morning at 1:15," she calmly stated.

"Passed away? How? Why? She looked so good earlier," I asked overwhelmed by the news.

"It seems she suffered heart failure, she died very peacefully. We did all we could to save her but it just wasn't possible." she replied sounding upset herself.

"Oh God no," I cried in tears now. Despite the dreadful news, I still had the presence of mind to say, "thank you nurse."

I walked upstairs and went into Angela bedroom. I sat down and roused her slowly.

"Angela," I shook her gently.

She slowly came too and I waited until she finished rubbing her eyes awake.

"Richard, is it Andrea?" She asked.

"Yes Angela, I am so sorry," I cried holding her close to me. "She passed away earlier this morning. She is dead."

Angela burst into tears and cried. A heart rending cry. A cry that would tear your soul apart. Angela took a while to compose herself but she did eventually calm down.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"There is not much we can do until the morning, except go and see your sister. We will go with Rachel now," I said.

We wrapped my little girl in warm clothes and I warmed the car up before we drove over to see Andrea's mother. When we arrived, she looked devastated and miserable.

We tried to see if something positive could come from Andrea's death but other than the fact that she had died as she wanted to be nothing else was forthcoming.

While Rachel slept on, both women comforted themselves. I asked if I could do anything to help and they said no. Eventually we sat in the living room and talked about Andrea and her short life. I told them of our plans and our relationship. How supremely happy she must have been, having reached goal to her new life. We went through the next few days in a daze. Andrea was dead and our lives would have to continue.

Angela was carrying my child and we talked about that a lot. I talked with her at length about living on with me and she seemed keen.

A few months after the funeral she gave birth to a healthy baby girl weighing 9 lbs 8 ozs. We named her Andrea of course and shortly after Angela and I were married in a simple registry wedding with both our girls present. My brother was best man while my sister in law acted as the maid of honour.

I still miss Andrea, but her spirit of femininity lives on in the baby who looks like her in so many ways. Angela and I slowly picked up our lives and came to love each other deeply. The only pity was Andrea never did experience love as a female.

The end

 

 

Author's Note: I did think to end this story on a happy note with Richard and Andrea living happily ever after. But life is not like that is it? Like Gaye who died in October 1998 I felt that Andrea's death would be a fitting tribute to the thousands of girls who go through the operation each year. Many succumb to depression, other mental health problems and who die in less than glamorous circumstances after that trauma. For some the operation is a rebirth and you should read Elaine and Me for a love story.

Finally an apology to all those who wrote with comments and thoughts on how Wanted should end and for the delay in completing it. I am sorry if it doesn't meet with your ideas and for the delay. Unfortunately these stories are very time consuming to produce and edit.

If anyone wants to write another alternate ending to Wanted they are welcome to try. Write with your comments please to Elaine.W@mcmail.com.

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